You don't really get me,
You don't really love me,
You don't really know me well at all.
Every time I see you,
Every time I meet you,
Every time I fall right back to unknown.
Show me that you see me,
Show me that you'll miss me,
Show me that you'll catch me when I fall.
I'll love all of your broken pieces,
And kiss all of your features,
We'll be in a place that we'll call home.
YOU ARE READING
Grey Love
PoetryA reclamation of my sexual being A reclamation of my innermost feelings A reclamation of my thoughts, hopes, and fears A reclamation of my right to live. It's just me;
