You hit me
That thought keeps playing over
The thing you said you'd never do
The one thing you were so against
A peaceful evening had turned into
A disastrous fight
And a sharp twang to a nerve
That I didn't mean to touch
But you touched me
At full force
Right to my cheek
An angry red mark now
Our love
Was as sweet and nourishing as water
But we both know now
That blood is much thicker
YOU ARE READING
Afraid to Say
PoesiaI was too afraid to say these things to your face, and so, I wrote them down and sent them out into the world in hopes that maybe, just maybe, they would find you before it was too late.
