Just an hour
of him hanging
onto my loving words
and remembering
the feel of my lips
moving with his
and he was ready
to take me back.
But I...
I had much less
happy things to hang onto
during that hour.
I remembered the words
he spat in my face,
and his grip on my wrist
turning angry.
And I was far from ready
for him to take me back.
YOU ARE READING
Maybe Mondegreen
Poetry"Her night was wasted away on people who live in the day" Free verse, word spill. Poems from a teenage girl about heartbreak, love, sadness, and hope. [[COMPLETED]]
