Just Friends
May 8, 2014 § 9 Comments
‘Read me a poem, you’re so good…’
If only you had known how to read,
you never would have left that night.
But you’re a riddler, and riddlers can only rhyme.
This happened long ago— these words I’ve poeticized.
‘Does it hurt you still?’ You questioned.
No. I lied.
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