you said you'll let me pictures of when you were a baby
that made me happy
but i know thats a lie
i know you only said that to make me happy
and so i wouldn't ask again
i know
you won't
we're strangers after all
YOU ARE READING
To You
Poetry"love balances on a small line something so small can break it the love changes without a warning and you ask yourself when did it really start to break"
