A Window That Won't OpenA Poem by Not here
But I thought we were perfect.
You said we were fine. I expected love 'cause You said you were mine. Now you say it's hard To feel love when it's not. What happened to the masterpiece Together we had wrought. And after all the blood You say you love me still. It's just hard to feel you say, Leaning on the window sill. And my cuts are deep and bleeding. My hands are one big bruise. You asked would I do it again. I know what I will choose. © 2016 Not hereReviews
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