He puts one arm around me, the other behind his back. "Forever," he whispers. He crosses his heart to a promise he couldn't keep, two of his five fingers cross behind his back. The unfortunate thing was, when he would mutter the words 'I love you' it was no longer towards me.
YOU ARE READING
Babies Born Broken
Poetryliving life through my broken brown eyes eyes perceived through my messy words.
