He says that he loves you, but his actions are still unfamiliar with his words. They have been introduced, yet still speak a different language. What he calls his love is what you call your anguish. You fear when he is near, but hate when you're apart. So which one do you follow, your head or your heart?
YOU ARE READING
If You Can't Save Yourself
Poetrypoetry that has slipped between the noose and my neck; poetry from me, poetry to you.
