"I was either a lesson, or a mistake, but that's up to you to decide." I spoke softly with a shrug, my eyes scanning your face numerous times for emotion; anything really...
Anything that told me how you felt. What you were feeling.
I wanted to yell at you, to scream and ask why it was only now that you decided to approach me and talk. Why I had suddenly crossed your mind, when everyday for the past five months, you always seemed to stumble upon mine without fail.
"What was I to you?" You mumbled, your gaze still on the floor beneath your feet.
"You," I began. "You were a lesson. I don't want to think of anyone as a mistake."
You glanced up at me and cocked your head to the side, only slightly. "What lesson was I then?"
Your ocean blue eyes met mine and for a moment, I began to drown in them. In that moment, you refused to let me surface as you were hit with nostalgia; a wave of a familiar feeling. I tore my eyes off of you and down to my feet to catch my breath, before forcing myself to finally answer your lingering question.
"What lesson were you?" I sighed, fighting back tears.
"You were; 'to not fall so stupidly and blindly in love'..."
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Broken Wings - Poetry {COMPLETED}
Poetry200 Poetic Tragedies ... A collection of poetic chaos, written on love, loss, lust and longing. This is a safe haven for the broken - For those with Broken Wings. _____________________________ "In a world full of heartbreak, sadness is all I've eve...
