sometimes we meet someone
and automatically know distance
needs to be spread to save the
heartache that will eventually rise.
and then, there's times we meet
someone and know, they can
squeeze the blood out of your heart
with their bare hands, but still willingly
give it to them as if it was solely theirs
in the first place.
♡
YOU ARE READING
Until the Last Drop
PoetryI was going to give you my heart; you may not have wanted it, and that was okay but still, I gave it to you anyway. © Christine Marie 2017.
