don't you know how much i
love you?
you asked.
no, i don't.
because you say you do
and then you and
your [beautiful] hands
are too forceful in
their movements,
the way you speak.
the way your mind
puts its 'love'
for me into the
wretched, twisted
laughter of
your rough
fingers.
you say you love me,
and i say i do too,
but this is just the argument
of two hearts,
who cackle and seethe
and do not know
when to
[hold on] let go.
YOU ARE READING
motion. | completed
Poetrythis is the backwards story of how i [lost my mind] fell in love. lowercase intended. #83 in poetry | #150 in short story | 14-11-14
