Intentional Mistakes

Fate brought us here.

It tossed us onto

your messy bed

on that cold February night

as our heartbeats synced

with the sound of the raindrops

hitting your window

at 2 in the morning.

I tell myself 

I do not regret this

until I start missing

the way your lips taste,

vodka and mixed intentions.

I tell myself 

I do not regret this

until I catch myself

replaying in my head the things you

whispered in my ear like

old VHS tapes,

empty compliments

fading more and more

with every press of the replay button.

I tell myself

I do not regret this

until the idea of you

starts overriding his place

in my heart,

until you morph into

my 24/7 thoughts,

until i eat doubt for breakfast,

confusion for lunch,

and I skip dinner

because the thought of you

churns my stomach,

it holds no sense

and leaves me drowning

in a puddle of what ifs.

The second guesses

knock at my door,

but I refuse to let them in,

because fate brought us here.

It lead me to your soft hands

and melodic voice

that sings my favorite songs off beat.

you erase our history, 

no trace of our past trials

only the remains

of your kisses down my neck  

my tears on the sheets.  

I tell myself  

I do not regret this  

swallowing my wrong  judgment

questioning the motives

of our young souls

Magnetically repelling from the world,

atomically colliding  

in a collision of fire and passion.  

I tell myself

I do not regret this

because just as I tell myself

I belong to him,

I also belong to the wind,

unaware that

you are the strongest breeze of all.

-V.L.