Taking my heels off my eyes, I see spots of colour dance before me. Blinking, they fade away just like the memories that had consumed me.If there's one thing the past years have taught me, it's that I wasn't ready for you.
I wasn't ready for your passion and determination that consumed you. I wasn't ready for your confessions of desires, wants and needs. I wasn't ready for your warm arms to be wrapped around me from behind. I wasn't ready to feel the same way that you obviously felt for me.
Why?
I was coming off the back of another mistake.
Yet another mistake from a long line of them.
I was still reeling from it, what I did to him instead of me being the victim.I was off balance, disoriented, and wasn't sure what I wanted when you came along.
With a sudden surge of encouragement, I unlocked my phone and clicked the blue follow button. I wasn't ready for you then, but I sure am ready for you now.
YOU ARE READING
Solitude
PoetryJust writings I've done during late nights about aspects in my life and world issues, topped with some short stories.