Broken Wings - Poetry {COMPLETED}

• an idiot •

I stood at the doors, scanning the crowd for his familiar face; the music so loud I could barely hear my heartbeat pounding against my chest.

Confused, I pushed further into the crowd, and continued my search.

Person, after person.

Here I was, squirming through a crowd of dancing, aroused people, with the intent of finally expressing how I felt towards him, and he wasn't even here.

I headed to the bar and sat down on the cheap, unstable stool. I exhaled heavily and scanned effortlessly over the crowd once more, before my eyes finally locked onto you.

My heart dropped.

You were on her, she was on you. You were laughing, smiling, having the time of your life, holding your drink high above your head and dancing along with the music.

And here I was, hoping I was getting somewhere. Here I was, sitting at the bar, my eyes stinging as I refused to cry. Here I was, all the courage I mustered up before hand; gone within a couple of seconds, and I couldn't do anything about it...