I held on to you so tightly.
I kept you in the palm of my hand, squeezing so hard that you couldn't escape me;
I was scared to leave you alone.
The truth is this: when you want love to work, you have to let it breathe.
You can't suffocate something when you
want
to
keep
it
alive.
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Pinprick
PoetryA collection of short poetry that will pierce the skin, but not slice you open.
