Breathe.



I saw him yesterday
and now all that I can say,
at least he looks happy.

I'd never seen a man,
well never ever one like him,
he smiled by her side.

Hand in hand of course
their eyes locked like gravity,
I wanted to be like her.

I remember when he walked
those same footsteps but,
I was the one beside him.

My heart dropped to the floor
people stared like I'd lost my breath,
I lost way more than that.

Closing my eyes didn't help
so I tried everything to pretend,
but I couldn't erase what I'd seen.

Nothing was more important
than being close to him again,
but he held her closer.

I couldn't feel anything anymore
and I felt my heart fall on the floor,
all I could do was breathe.

Comments

SharoninWonderland said…
Photo Credit:
http://browse.deviantart.com/?q=breathe&order=9&offset=24#/d1e2xgv
July 2, 2010 at 3:02 AM
Jenny said…
This makes my heart ache :-/ But beautifullly written :-)
July 2, 2010 at 9:53 AM
Fireblossom said…
Pfffffffft, in a year or so, when you are with Mr. Better-Than-He-Ever-Thought_About-Being, signing your books, and your wrist is sore from signing autographs, he'll come up to you with that same girl (whose hair will look like crap, and who will clearly be in the throes of end-stage combination skin) and you will say, oh yes, you, what was your name again?

Hehehehehe. ;-)
July 4, 2010 at 10:56 AM
SharoninWonderland said…
SHAY!! HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHA. I DIED LAUGHING AT THIS!!! Thanks so much that really made my night!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
July 6, 2010 at 3:39 AM
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