you held my hand every day
but you held it as a friend
every time i saw you
it was like my guts were being twisted
every which way
between friendship
and something more
but we were on borrowed time
and i didn't want to take the gamble
YOU ARE READING
the things i forgot to say
Poetrya collection of poems about love, first love, my crushes, and more. kind of a sequel to rose and thief...
