Fourteen
48 hours
You gave me 48 hours to fix what you had broken
Knowing you'd never fully trust my handy work
You let me fumble around with the pieces we once called us
And make me develop empty trust
That you'd give me another chance
You were never going to do that
So screw you
And your 48 hours.
YOU ARE READING
Two.
PoetryOne poem every day for 20 days, let's see what I can come up with - And if this is mason here, reading this, know I love you still. I trust your keeping my book safe and I mean every word I've written about you. Ps look for you
