maybe it was my fault all along. I loved him with the kind of love I know. But it isn't the way he wanted to be loved. Maybe I missed a certain thing. Maybe he wanted a love that's small yet vocal, not like mine. Mine was invisible yet enormous.It was heartbreaking looking at him reject my thorns without appreciating the roses they have.
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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.
