and for all we know, we could be each other's,
trapped within our mind is the thought saying we're not.
YOU ARE READING
Chained
PoetryI asked you if you love me. You widened the space between your thumb and your index finger, saying, "this much" And then I asked you if you love her. Your silence made me realize that both hands weren't long enough Completed.
m a y b e
and for all we know, we could be each other's,
trapped within our mind is the thought saying we're not.
