Broken Wings - Poetry {COMPLETED}

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When I was young, my father told me to never give up- that when I truely wanted something, I should work hard for it, and when I got it, keep working hard and you'll keep it. At the time, I never thought he'd be referring to Mum...

As I got older, I continued to work hard for the things I wished for, knowing that all the hard work wouldn't go to waste. I never gave up on anything, or more importantly anyone...

At sixteen I met this boy, who was rather cute and a little shy, but once we began to talk, sparks flew for miles. We just clicked, and that's when I knew...

We began talking occasionally, till occasionally turned into everyday, both day and night. We'd stay up late on the phone till the line was silent as we both fell asleep. It seemed so cliche, too perfect to be true, that I had found a boy like what they showed in movies. It was so surreal.
Though it got to around five months, and that's when things started to fall.

We hardly talked and spoke a word to one another, the air around us no longer comfortable; but tense. He spoke to others like they were a queen, while he looked at me as if I was a stranger. All the hard work was gone. It was as if I never knew him, never even spoke a word; but I could tell you as clear as day, how many times he said "I love you", how many times he fell asleep on the phone before calling the next morning to apologise and say good morning. How many times he took me to get honeycomb ice cream; only simply because he knew it was my favourite.

After everything, he drifted away for someone else, though he kept a line tied to me incase it all backfired; so I could rein him back in. I guess he knew I'd had enough, when I gave up on everything I'd worked hard for.

That evening, after we had parted ways, I ran home and walked into the front door to see my father sitting on the floor, going through old photos. Tears stung my eyes and trailed down my damp cheeks as I bolted to him with blurred vision. All I did was apologise over and over; it was all I could do.

"I'm sorry father, I gave up. I worked hard for him, but I gave up..."

He lifted my chin up, cupped my face and looked me in the eyes with his broken, hazel orbs and sighed; "It's okay. Sometimes, when you really love someone, you have no choice but to give up, and give them up, so they can go and find happiness elsewhere..."