Sometimes

Sometimes,

late at night

when I could tell that

you were already sleeping,

I would grab your hand

and lace your fingers

through mine. And,

sometimes,

your grip would tighten

in mine

and I could feel it.

And I would ask myself if,

sometimes,

you loved me as much

as you said you did

after the two bottles of wine

it took for you to even

want me.

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First time posting.. I wrote this a month or so ago to help me cope with a break up. Been wanting to share it and came across this subreddit. Hope you all enjoy it.

Childhood

Creation