if you only knew
the quantity of poems
i have written for you,
maybe you'd understand
how someone can love so deeply
with only a pen in hand
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.
