The breeze that did not show in the trees brushed through my hair as I sat with my heart in my hands
How could some that felt so right.. natural ;
not be?
It wouldn't be fit to say love happened to me that day
its presence was unfamiliar but amazing
only words were exchanged ; they didn't seem to mean much either
The partial fear of rejection that pierced through my mind was quickly stopped when "my love" was said
Who would have thought?
something so strange takes over while still being wrong
wrong. how sad to have ability to love with the chance now vanished.
What was there but a feeling of envy and sadness that mixed together to make a mild..
obsession.
When the small memories go through my mind who could think of anything but him?
my own heart in my hands ;
hands that try to mend what pathetic excuse remained of my torn heart.
Did he know what he did?
was he necessarily wrong?
maybe not. no
after all fault was on me for handing it over blindly.
He didn't tear it apart. it was me
I broke it before it got there to keep it safe
how wrong was I? maybe love isn't worth a torn heart
maybe it is.
