you were with her again
you think I haven't saw?
a bad thing for me, yes
though it isn't against the law
why in the world do I complain?
and why it is so hard to end?
the jealousy inside me rages
because I know I'm just your friend
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.
