beautiful as his eyes was he,
euphoric was I as he glanced over me
never have i had someone that brought me so much glee
zealous was he to get me, but I refused and flee
just as i already let him go
under my ribs was something hollow
simple—my heart, i thought it was fine
oozing in thoughts, i am drowning inside
name him—it's the first letter of every line.
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.
