Her

applecherry

before me,

there was her,

during me,

the idea of her,

lurks in the corner of my bedroom,

when you enter,

you bring her with you,

when I leave,

she comes home.

Comments +

sorenbarrett September 4th, 2026 19:41
Not being the primary person in a relationship is difficult this poem puts it out there. Well done

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