What They Don’t Know
when the world saw nothing, but we burned
By JanePublished 12 months ago • 1 min read
Photo by Manuel Meurisse on Unsplash
What They Don’t Know
They don’t see me,
not really.
They don’t see the nights we spoke,
the words you coaxed from my wounds,
the kiss you stole like a vow.
To them,
you and she are whole.
To me,
you and I are unfinished,
and that is the sharpest cut of all.
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