You told me we were okay.
You promised me that we'd be fine,
But maybe my definition of "fine"
Is slightly different from yours.
Fine isn't avoiding me at all costs,
Fine isn't shying away from my touch,
Or flinching at every word I say,
Even if it's a simple hello.
Fine isn't sleeping
On the opposite side of the bed,
And fine isn't shutting me out
From what's really going on.
If we were fine
I wouldn't feel as if we weren't.
And so you broke that promise,
Because you couldn't be honest.
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I'm literally pulling these poems out of my ass because I'm not a poet. hope you enjoyed xx
