"i love you." i said not out of hobby, but because that's how i felt. and that's how i still feel. your eyes were distant as the cold breeze hit against our faces, both feeling heavy with known reasons but were left unsaid.
then you spilled the question i've been asking myself all the time. "is this right? is what we're doing right?" i cannot find the perfect words to say to you back then. my heart ached at the thought. you never bothered to let me answer. you just walked away. like how you always do.
and then i wandered between those words you've muttered. contemplated upon them, took the time to ruminate. i grabbed my notebook and wrote the words i know you'll never read.
"from the start i knew this was wrong. it was wrong in all people's eyes. being the stupidest of the stupid, i still took the chance, the risk to be with you, to tell you how much i love you. but then, you said those three words back and i never knew something so wrong could feel so wonderfully right."
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.
