The Mistake

She sat right next to me

Her breath shallow,

She faded out of reality

Embracing the feeling of shame

The 'never again' now an endless echo

Regret washing away her comfort,

She aged in her misery

Her union with sorrow matrimonial,

T'was vital that she never did it again!

Thinking she accepted her mistake

But trully t'was the mistake that embraced

Deluding her, robbing her of her peace

On Mondays it was her fault, she did it, didn't she?

On Tuesdays it was her parents,for they ought to have raised her better or stronger...

On Wednesday she blamed society, for its unforgiving nature

On Thursday she blamed her luck, maybe she owned an invisible black cat?

On Friday she blamed her friends, they had to be the rotten bananas...

On Saturday she slept so much so that she had no time for blame games

On Sunday she blamed every deity she'd ever heard of,

And the loop continued

Breaking once or twice when she had a new enemy or a failed relationship to pin it on...

She hated herself

Abandoned her parents

Avoided society

Hated all animals...especially cats...black cats

She slept more

And desserted relegion



I would say she is entirely alone

But that would imply she has herself

She even lacks the one thing we are guaranteed to always have...She does not even have 'nothing'

A once to be butterfly now trapped in a cocoon she cannot break free from

Is this trully how it ends for her

Or I'm I supposed to help her out of it... now that I know the story

Should I tell her that a mistake is not something you carry forever, but rather something you didn't pick up ?

It is a mis- take after all...not a wrong take

Should I just write to her saying that she can try again to take what she never took even if time has passed ...

Should I , or will you...now that you too know the story

But, before we continue I'm a little confused

Somehow you and I know her story yet she hasn't said a word since she sat...

So tell me friend,

Is this my story?

Her story?

Or yours? ...