Our love was stubborn
Bone against bone
Two hards against each other
Our love never melted
It was never malleable
Our hearts never beat as one
Maybe that was the problem
I was too stubborn
And you were too
Maybe if we tried harder
We could have done better
-but we didn't
YOU ARE READING
Bleeding Ink
ŞiirI will not pretend to be a poet. I simply lace letters into words, words in verses and these verses are my feeling which have slowly bled through the pages of my notebook. This is my "Bleeding Ink".
