Sometimes a talk isn’t just a talk.

Sometimes you ask “What’s the matter?”
and then everything falls apart.

Sometimes you can’t un-say things.

Sometimes words hit your heart
and leave everything broken.

Sometimes, after, you make love,
and sometimes you don’t touch.

Sometimes life starts feeling like
one long sleepover because you are
always waiting for him to go home.

Today’s poetry prompt words were: what’s the matter, broken, and sleepover.

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