I was always scared of love. Of letting you back in.
I got over it.
I didn't want to let you go, ever.
Now I'm here, stroking your hair. Our hands intertwined. Our legs a tangled mess. I stroke my thumb over your hand and look up at you.
I see your tired eyes meet mine.
"I love you" I say watching his smile from.
"I love you more" you say.
But in that moment, it was me who loved you more.
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Melancholy (Poetry)
PoesíaPoetry I wrote during the length of a 5 year on and off relationship
