and when i look at you
i crave for the feeling i used to feel once,
i summon it to go inside me,
make me feel the feeling you made me feel,
it never did.
- moved on?
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.
