Five Mistakes and One Accident that I dont Regret by theMintiestofParrots, literature
Literature
Five Mistakes and One Accident that I dont Regret
The first was a straw drawn too short, A jealousy of vapor slipping between Sweaty hands and occasionally sticky glances The second was blue-eyed, bright, intelligent. Perfect was a synonym, but he was also honey, Drawing every fly from hither and beyond Picking individuals in the swarm and leaving the rest Hidden in the throng. The third lasted for seven days. Seven tumultuous, stomach-churning days, Begun in the haze of bright lights and screens and text, Digits exchanged but words barely spoken. The fourth was lyrical, Lulling the fool with words, and exchanging hushed Secrets. Grinning, teasing, nicknaming until He uncovered one better behind the curtain, Which covered the window right next to me (It had been my favorite window) And shook his head Expressing feigned regret even as he smiled, A fruit rotting as the summer drew to a close. The fifth was subtle. Heart tugging, wrenching, twisting every which way Grasping for something visceral, Doe-brown eyes betraying