i tried to cover up the void
with a band-aid of beautiful lines
words are intricately written
on this heart of mine
but the inside is still bleeding
and so i added more
i tried and tried to tighten the grip
in its very core
it may be wrapped around with positive masterpieces
of wondrous words and art
but how is it still broken
why is it still tearing apart?
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.
