I'm Done.
HE was supposed to be
my Mr. Darcy.
the mistaken fool
that I am
saw him as
the brooding,
mysterious,
concieted man
that eventually,
as a turn of fate,
I would love incredibly
And he,
in all his hidden charm,
would love me back.
But here my Darcy falters.
For I am no
Elizabeth-
I never will be.
I am not strong,
I am so weak
I find myself wishing
him all the happiness
in the world:
with another girl.
As I sit here, a broken heart;
I was born to be a Charlotte.