When You Fell, You Fell Towards Me.

A Poem by J.K.P.

Real story of the trials we faced before we were finally together. This story will be in two P.O.V.'s - his first, then mine.

I snuck glances at you

across the crowded room.

Surely you were too good

for someone like me.

You caught my stare.

My stomach leapt into my heart,

and my heart stopped.

Your perfect lips curled into a smile,

just for me.

You shyly looked away,

as I continued to imagine you by my side.

Maybe you’ll love me,

maybe you won’t.

Here I go.

The words escaped my mouth

before I could bite my lips shut.

With an apologetic stare,

you plucked my last petal.

It fluttered to the ground more delicately

than my crashing heart.

I see the way he looks at you,

and you notice him,

though I gave you that same look.

I silently beg for you not to take that note.

You scrawl something and hand it back,

smiling so brilliantly.

You agreed to a promise

made in pencil.

She is nothing like you,

but she satiates the loneliness.

The blade allayed the pain.

It bit into my flesh,

carving trails where only I tread.

I winced walking down the halls,

hoping you would notice,

ashamed if you did.

You came to me one night,

confessing the precariousness

of you and him.

While I wished nothing for you

but happiness,

A small part of me flipped in elation.

We talked as we once did,

late into the night,

ending with me smiling,

dreaming of you once again.

Perhaps there was a chance,

I could not hesitate.

You met me, an apple in hand.

You looked sad,

but maybe, a little happy?

How much I wanted to

hold you,

kiss you,

tell you

how I couldn’t bear being without you.

But once more,

you could not be with me.

There was still a chance for him.

You believed in second chances.

You poked holes into your apple,

the juices flowing out,

like blood from open wounds.

Where was my second chance?

The weather grew warmer

while your relationship became colder.

Summer drew nearer,

and I waited for you.

Finally.

I was free to finally tell you,

to ask you.

Third time’s a charm,

I hope.

You agreed to every date.

I was the happiest I could have been.

I called your name,

but couldn’t ask in public.

I called your phone,

and you answered.

I attempted small talk,

but could no longer suppress it.

Supported by a surge of pent up

emotions and adrenaline,

I nearly screamed out the words to you.

“Will you go out with me?”

I no longer cared about rejection.

I could probably endure a third one.

No matter how many times, I knew

you were the one.

I heard soft laughter,

then,

“Yes.”

Disbelief.

Which shortly succumbed to joy.

© 2009 J.K.P.

Author's Note

No form, just true words, jumbled together I suppose. :] Our story was a complicated one...but we've been together, strong, for about 3 years. My p.o.v. will be up shortly, I hope. :]

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Margie F

POV=Point of View
I was a little confused also, but only until I read that your POV isn't up yet. It looks like he almost missed the boat. Glad to see that he got his chance and you guys are going strong.

Posted 5 Years Ago

A. Rose

I liked this a lot. I was confused. What is p.o.v. Its probably something incredibly simple. But anyways the different point of views confused me a bit but it was a good read!