You showered me with words
That you knew I would love hearing
While you graze your lips on my skin
You said I am your last
The one you'll marry
The one who will become a part of your family
Oh, how much of a manipulation was that?
YOU ARE READING
I'll write about you 'til it doesn't hurt anymore
Romanceshort poems, prose inspired by Rupi Kaur's Milk and Honey
