well is that it?
is that why we strain
onto memories
until we have blistered palms?
is that why you can't
look me in the eyes
even when we're face to face?
is that why
we hate ourselves
for wanting to love each other
but failing?
because we're scared to see each other with somebody else?
YOU ARE READING
the morning after
Poetryand everything changes the morning after, right? // highest rank - #108 in poetry
