you never sang
because you never thought
you sounded good.
and even if you didn't
i would still describe
your voice as
exquisite
unfathomably serene.
even when you screamed
it was music to my ears
maybe that's why i could never leave
the toxic relationship
i had let consume me.
YOU ARE READING
poetry
Poetrypoetry is when an emotion has found its thought, and the thought has found words -robert frost. all poems are mine unless stated otherwise. just thought i'd give someone a taste of my mind. #4 in ode
