one
just like any other,
we were just starting to grow
on one another.
awkward exchanges while
our sprouting bond lingered.
i (thought) whatever was happening,
would eventually grow and
never wander.
♛
i've had these saved back as drafts at one point in time, but decided to repost them
YOU ARE READING
eight with, five without
Poetry♛ a breakup that resulted in poems to cope until he came along ♛
