i notice all the slight changes
and they're keeping me up at night
the way you stroke my hair
and the way your voice pierces when we fight
i notice the way you type your letters
and the way your words have changed
the way you hold my hand is new
and the laugh you shared was feigned
my heart fears for this
i know i should't have let myself fall
And these little changes, i say?
Aren't so little after all
i wish i never felt this
for i'm afraid i am right
yes i notice these slight changes
and they're keeping me up at night
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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.
