you were my poetry
but the feeling's long gone
now it was a struggle to make one
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 o v e d o n
you were my poetry
but the feeling's long gone
now it was a struggle to make one
