someone i never asked for had to come my way. he was a gentleman, too gentle, it hurts. i let him slip from my fingers but he still gripped my palm, as if his life depended on it. i slapped it off and picked up the pieces of my heart that was repeatedly broken
by someone i wanted to call my own and placed it on his hands again. but in the end, that someone never became mine. and now as i sit on the window pane and saw the trees dancing under the moonlight with the wind that never became less chilly, i wondered if i ever could feel the warmth of that stranger again. i missed him. but the consequences of my decisions are what i am facing—i deserve this. and as i endlessly hope for a happy ever after, i realized i found it once upon a time.
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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.
