You could have ruined me
that day we spent by the river.
You could have crushed everything;
my heart, my soul, my styrofoam cup of over-priced latte.
You could have ruined me
that day we spent together.
You could have destroyed it all;
our friendship, our life, your black coffee.
You could have ruined me
that day we sat on that bench
by the river
as the rain fell.
You could have ruined me,
had you taken my hand from the bench
and slid your fingers between mine
and terminated my hope for sanity.
But you didn't.
I'm glad you didn't.
A contest entry
- What Are You Hiding? by LunaAmara.
525 points, ended December 8, 2007, 8 entries
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wonderful! this is great!
i was expecting a different outcome, so thank god for happiness--it's always good when that secret is something of great happines, instead of great demise and torture -
This one is so beautiful and sweet. I think this shows how you can be greatful for something good. Often we write of our regrets, but not of the things we are glad of. This shows a lot of care on both parts. I'm glad that it still means a lot to you.
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