Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Sep 2015
How ****** up is it
That even when I lie with him
Holding his hands and playing with his fingers
All I can think about is you,
And how you would freak out whenever I played with your fingers
Because you were afraid of them 'breaking'
But I would laugh and do it anyways
And it always made you and I smile and we were happy
But all I can do now is yearn for you while I touch him
And it ******* hurts
Supernova
Written by
Supernova
256
 
Please log in to view and add comments on poems