I love you but I love him, she said as she took her right and placed it squarely on my chest.
She started to rub my chest with that hand and she repeated, I love you but I love him, this time she added, please Jomo, you’ve gotta understand. 181 more words
1 month, 2 weeks
I was once a poet
I’ve since killed my hurt
And buried my past along with it
Stopped talking to the people that hurt me… 262 more words