As I sit
Skimming through everything I've done wrong
Every mean word
Those words line the pages of my life.
As she sits
Skimming through every awful event
Every lost friend
Every time she wanted to give in and die
Those words lining the pages of her life.
One day, as I sat
in a coffee shop, awaiting my order
She, who sits alone and reads, much like I
Spills my ordered coffee onto my shoulder.
I turn to face her, at first enraged.
But when I see her eyes
and her saddened expression
Peering down into a book
Ready to write more mistakes
I notice something.
Her eyes, sullen like mine
Her face, as scared of each day as mine
Her book, the same brand.
My anger slips away in a heartbeat
and is swiftly replaced with an urge
An urge to help, and an urge to do good.
I shrug off the burn, in truth It's agony
But I can't let her know that.
I lean down and pick up the pieces of the mug
Her face almost bewildered by my kindness.
I place the pieces on a counter, before confronting her with a smile.
"You really should read a different book."
For once, she smiles
"As should you."
Your happiness isn't defined by your sorrow
Your life is not defined by your mistakes.
Everything can change
But your smile can remain.