"i will let you go"
i looked at you, holding her hand
like you never cared,
like the crash you heard
(i know you did)
didn't leave shattered glass around
with red (paint) dripping off the edges
sharp objects
i saw how you smiled at her
(i used to know that expression)
then you turned back to
(the shattered glass, the mess, the red (paint))
me.
"i didn't hurt you though, right?"
...
did you even hear my answer?
or were you too focused on her?
YOU ARE READING
You hold my heart (still)
Poésieour little mythology A collection of short poems and prose I've been working on these for the last two years, and finally felt good enough to collect, rewrite and edit it, so here we go. I'm finally done. And moved on. New chapter coming.
