She Wishes
She wishes she never kissed him when the sun was
setting and the river was flowing in the distance. She
wishes she never kissed him back two more times
when he asked again. What was the point of the first
kiss when it turned into the second and third? She
wishes the moment could have stayed magical. It was,
until it wasn’t. It was a fairytale. It was the perfect
chronicle of undying love, until it wasn’t. Until the kisses
warped into constant arguments againist her dreams.
She wishes she never kissed him. She wishes she
never decided to hear him out when the equation
of their love became his money minus her future
multiplied by outside expectations. What was the
point of loving him if it meant losing her ambitions?
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I like the choice of a sonnet form and the repetition
The repetition and conclusion are super effective! Loved that use of equation as well
The pacing is just right, rising and flowing and rising again.
I feel the speakers’ sadness, and hear her clarity of what was hoped for and what became.
Especially like:
She wishes she
never decided to hear him out when the equation
of their love became his money minus her future
multiplied by outside expectations. What was the
point of loving him if it meant losing her ambitions?