in the end,
we get hurt
by people we gave our hearts to
and hurt the people
we're given their hearts to
the cycle just
goes on and on and on
- a perpetual affliction
YOU ARE READING
Chained
PoesíaI 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.
a f f l i c t i o n
in the end,
we get hurt
by people we gave our hearts to
and hurt the people
we're given their hearts to
the cycle just
goes on and on and on
- a perpetual affliction
