can i know what your hands feel like before i die?
can i know what your arms feel like when you hold me?
as i cry
telling you my wounds, my imperfections, my problems
and knowing you won't leave me.
will it be too late when you find out?
will i already be in my grave?
YOU ARE READING
him - part II
Poetryif you're reading this, you don't know that this is for you. and i'm sorry for never telling you i love you
