limbstolegacy said 9 years, 2 months ago:

I confessed my love to him on a Wednesday,
silence followed like a plague,
I never intended to poison his head with my words,
but he never meant to posses my heart.
I gave myself three nights to go to war with my wandering mind,
I fought sleep harder than I had fought him
but in the end, as it had always been, a great loss fell among me.
There’s no one to blame for our poor choice of timing,
besides time itself.
As I fell, I soon found myself staring into the sky, back on the pavement, feet in the air.
I didn’t expect to be caught, but the small sliver of hope that rests lightly upon your mind seconds before you reach the cold embrace of the ground below filled my veins with the adrenaline I needed to numb the fall.
So as I laid there, assessing the damages, I looked around me,
noticing the beautiful green eyes that had gotten me here,
but as most bystanders will do, he watched the whole thing like a slow motion movie and maybe, just maybe, he had thought of at least helping me back to my feet, helping me find my balance, helping me stand up this time, and I would have taken his hand but this was his choice and he chose to walk away.