I don't know why the world I wrote this, but I thought I should post it anyways.
It's Grace (AN: haha) attempting to write a poem, but getting lost in her words, and forgetting to rhyme sometimes ( AN: didn't even have to try to rhyme those two words)
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Tomorrow, I'll tell her, I always said.
Tomorrow is the day when I will tell Hannah I have feelings for her.
That she belongs with me.
That we should be together.
But hey, who the fuck am I kidding?
I know I'm never going to tell her, no matter how hard I try.
No matter how many pep talks I receive from my rarely sober friend,
My procrastination has no end.
Every time I see here face,
The words I found so easily before, I cannot place.
Surely that's what love is about.
Waiting.
After all,
The best things come to the ones that wait.
Ah, if I met the person who said that in the first place now, I would down right bitch slap them across the face.
For here I am, in a crowded plane,
Sitting in front of a 'seat kicker' who's driving me insane,
flying to a far away place,
never will I see her face anymore.
I said, tomorrow I would tell her yesterday,
but, alas, now it's too late.
I've run out of tomorrow, the excuses I used,
The things I told myself instead the three simple words:
"I love you."
A few years past, and I'm still in regret,
because I still haven't told her yet,
but I promised to Mamrie I would meet up with her tonight, and have some booze,
If I tell Hannah now, what's to lose?
I decided to bring flowers, and call a cab,
to take me where my highly intoxicated friends are.
I walk in the bar, and see Mamrie's hair in the crowd and think:
a. Where the fuck did all these people come from?
and
b. There they are!
Through the crowd, I also see Hannah,
her hair is now blonde, like the color of a banana.
As they make their way through the crowd, I notice there's something different,
It's a girl.
It's a ring around Hannah's finger,
The pain I felt when I saw still lingers around me.
The maids of honor, I remember she said,
What me and Mamrie would be when she wed.
Her name is Jessica,
She makes her smile,
Why should I fight it?
It's either her happiness or mine?
