She smiles this
painful smile
that you'd recognize
in the pictures.You let go of the girl
who could've been
the love of your life
if you could've had
the patience for distance.And she would've
loved you,
and loved you,
and loved you.But you set her free
and she is trying
to talk to other people.She sees you in them,
and tries to ignore that.She won't allow herself
to be owned by you anymore.You set her free
when she did not
want to fly away,
and now she is mending
her broken wings
that are weaker than before.
YOU ARE READING
Spilled Tea
PoetryOne mind, a few ghosts, and one hundred thoughts spilled on paper.