as i looked at the clock,
it had struck two
but here I am with this vodka
thinking of you
i know i should have slept
and forget how much i cried
but the thing is,
my feelings are eating me up inside
16th of june,
one thing is clear
same day, a year ago,
you were here
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.
