light was what i wished
for you to be for me,
but you only showed me once
when i walked you to the sea.
and now that i'm arid,
my heart's a little cold,
admittedly, i still bewail
for my adoration untold.
i was bitter for quite a while,
unsure if by me or you,
but i knew it washed away
when i smiled at someone new.
and, dear, he had the eyes
of the greenest forests yet,
and when he tried to console me,
oh, subsiding was my upset.
i'd rushed out with a hurry
treading strongly on my heels,
past your door of burgundy
and through hallways of teal.
found myself sitting
in the corner of a cafe,
staring glassy-eyed at the table
when someone asked if they could stay.
he pulled away the chair
as i fixed my glossy cheeks,
from the second that he saw me
he knew, of sorrow i had reeked.
with three cups of caffeine, he stayed
until, through me, a laugh spread,
but how cruel of myself to wish
it was you with me instead.
for you were a dark crimson stain
who had invaded my pearl dress,
and before, when i'd think of you
it felt that my heart had fluoresced.
but he was there with me, unlike you,
or perhaps just the joy i was barren of,
but he was miles and miles different
from my tragic, pitiful hoax of a love.
junie
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Poetry𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐋𝐘──── ɪɴ ᴡʜɪᴄʜ junie reunites with a boy she once knew, hopeful for wishes never meant to come true ᴀɴᴅ luke is a memory lost with...
