the biggest mistake. #poetry


The day I finally
let you kiss me
was the day
I made
the biggest mistake
of my life.

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About what sandra thinks

Sandra is a writer, sometimes blogger, poet, artist, emotional disaster. She thinks far too much and sleeps far too little. Sandra lives in the Northeastern U.S. but dreams of an oceanfront home in Italy, but she would settle for a non-oceanfront home in Italy. She loves books, brutal honesty, coffee, and the color black. She hates insincerity, beer, whipped cream, and facebook. And she is uncomfortable talking about herself in the third person.
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36 Responses to the biggest mistake. #poetry

  1. I’ve had that feeling before. Both in a bad way…and a good way. 😃

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  2. gigglingfattie says:

    Aw that makes me sad!

    Liked by 2 people

  3. Meg says:

    Yep definitely could go either way… Aw.

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  4. The V Pub says:

    Perhaps a brilliant mistake?

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  5. The fact that the day you finally let me kiss you was also the day you made the biggest mistake of your life may have been purely coincidental. That’s what I choose to believe, anyhow.

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  6. I loved this.. totally bitter-sweet 🙂

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  7. prior.. says:

    oh wow – this dense poem has a punch and I know a few folks who could relate.

    Liked by 2 people

  8. morganwerhen says:

    Sometimes the simplest poem makes a person’s day. It’s sad and hard, and so terribly true. Thank you for writing this.

    Liked by 2 people

  9. Mel Gutiér says:

    I’m feeling rather cozy after reading this and this entire comment thread… full of coziness! 😍😁😘

    Liked by 1 person

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