today, while i was looking for a book, that i needed for mr. greg's class, i found you sitting alone in the library.
you probably were waiting for someone, because you kept looking at the door, at an interval of seconds.
you had a white flower clutched tightly in your hand.
so tightly, that your knuckles had already begun to whiten.
although, you didn't seem to notice.
after about half an hour, nina jogged into the library with such haste that, almost everybody in the library turned to look at her.
she shot them an embarrassed grimace and everybody, returned to their own businesses.
i was about to greet her, when i saw your face.
it had brightened, instantaneously. so quick that, that unknown pang in my chest returned, only worse this time.
i lowered my gaze.
from my peripheral view, i could see her walk to your table, before she sat next to you, flashing an apologetic expression at your direction.
you only nodded, before handing her the crumbled flower in your hand, which she gladly took from you, before placing it between the pages of her book, that i didn't see until now, she was holding.
you were still smiling and that
only heightened my pain.
realization hit me like a slap across both my cheeks.
but, still as the hot stream of tears gathered in my eyes and even before my knowledge as they scrolled down my freckled cheeks to moisten my face, i realized, my feeling for you, still failed to waver.
and i felt helpless... broken.
my feelings;
they are like a candle, really.
even while you continue to burn them, they still don't fail to shine only brighter.
YOU ARE READING
y o u
Poetryi've never breathed more, as i have around you, but breathing in the same air as you, was suffocating enough to make me want to stop. but, love, you can't just stop breathing like that, can you? [in which, she writes letters to him, letters tha...
