08/03/2019
‘It seems to me, that love could be labeled poison and we’d drink it anyways.’ (- atticus)
often I’d imagine me
walking beside you
laughing at sweet nothings
enjoying the same views
holding hands while walking,
sharing an umbrella,
dancing to the raindrops falling
-I’d be your prima donna
funny how these thoughts of us
have kept my hopes from dying
I thought that we could never be
but still I kept on dreaming
and so today I walk the aisle
with tears and memories
watching you with your nervous smile
awaiting your destiny
with sweaty palms I reach for you
and you chuckled; arms wide open
it felt like an eternity then you said
“thanks for making this happen”
two taps on my back, I stepped aside
and watched you two together
there you were, with your lovely bride
and I, your best friend ever
—
Kalopsia
(n.) The delusion of things
being more beautiful
than they really are
—
Sparkles and Poetry 