To you,
I thought you were the one. The one to light my way in darkness. The one to take away my sorrows. The one who would force a smile onto my face when all I wanted to do was cry. The one to love and support me. I thought you were the one to spend my love on, to invest in you. When we were together it always seemed that there was never enough time in a day. But when you were gone, time felt endless. I thought the way you looked at me meant love. The way you kissed me meant forever. The way you held my hand meant always, through darkness and through light. I thought we were indestructible. I thought I could keep up with you. I thought you would keep my heart. We weren't meant to last but at least I thought you were the one.
Love, Your Mistake.
YOU ARE READING
The Moon, The Stars, You.
PoetryThis is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coi...
