I wonder what went wrong.
You were the bone and I needed the fat.
There was no substance to what we had.
It was a skinny love.
Hoping something would change.
Telling myself that anything could happen in a given moment.
Hoping that something will change.
That our love will contain fat and substance.
Something real.
Something tangible.
But,
We are nothing more than just a skinny love.
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Maddy grace poetry
PoetryI'm only 17 and have always wanted to write poetry and prose. I will be posting daily collections of my poems.
