You may be able
to make her come
But honey,
she isn't me.
And when she asks
if you're OK
and you tell her
yes, I'm fine
she sees me
in your eyes
Honey,
she knows.
She will never be
as sweet as me.
YOU ARE READING
Bare Bones
PuisiA collection of poems following a personal tale of heartbreak and healing. A note about the layout: Part 1: crave is the beginning. The inner workings of my relationship. The struggle we had with love. Part 2: ache is the breakup. All of the p...
