I can still feel it
The warmth, of your hand as it reached for mine
Cautious but kind
You cared
You were scared for me, scared to hurt me
You loved me
That hand was soft and safe
And
I felt as if we could conquer the world
It made me feel
Alive again
Now
You reach for my hand in pain
Begging me to stay,
Begging me to try
Pleading and crying and telling your lies
And you're looking at me in that same look of pursuit
You waited
And I left you
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Her Story
PoetryNo more hiding. My name is not Alex, or Leila, or Stevie. I'm Stephanie and I haven't had everything great, though some things definitely are. Though, my poetry only reveals itself in heartache, so these are mostly sad. I hope you learn more about m...
