Shoulder
Jan 7
1 min read
Updated: Jan 21

It was only once
the passion of your
ragged breath
slipped off my
naked shoulders,
I realized what it meant
to be the
‘other woman.’
Because as
the whispers
of your
sweet nothings
slid off these sheets,
the only
lingering words
left on my skin
were the broken sounds
of her heartbreak.
~N.V.




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