I always thought I was the one falling for you.
But today you were falling for me.
Into my arms.
Because some idiot put his foot out to trip you on purpose.
I wanted to beat the shit out of him, but instead I caught you.
And your hands were gripping my arms, and your eyes were staring into my soul.
Your beautiful blue eyes.
No not blue, that's too vague.
They were blue like the sky when the sun rises, when it's that pale teal color. Gold sprinkles mixing in the paleness of the blue.
They're the color of my favorite ribbon around your wrist.
Ironic.
I was frozen in my place, my feet were like glue. Not like it was a problem, I would be happy to stay in this position for the rest of my life.
You in my arms, staring into your beautiful eyes.
But one of the idiots started to 'aw' in a mocking way and the whole class erupted into laughter. And you quickly scurried away from my arms and went straight for your desk.
Your head was down, but I saw pink arising your cheeks. It was a contrast to your pale complexion.
I wanted to hold you.
But I didn't.
I wanted to tell you don't worry about those assholes.
But I didn't.
I wanted to talk to you.
But I didn't.
Instead I faced the front and made no sound. I wanted to turn around and look at your eyes again.
But I didn't.
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Ribbons
ПоэзияA story about a broken girl who wears ribbons and a boy who tries to pick up the pieces