remember when our arguments
were simply over who loved who more
and what movie we should makeout to?
now we throw hurtful words
like an expensive vase with no value
because as much as it hurts to
say it
our love is valueless
as i'm stuck thinking of a better time
to love you
over broken shards of worthless glass
YOU ARE READING
ode to simplicity
Poetrypoems, thoughts, and pain for those who admire the clouds the same
