Hey guys,
True events inspired this poem. I was rubbing my fiancee’s feet and guilelessly tried to take a sip from her wine glass (after the bottle and my glass were finished, of course). And she hit me with this cheeky little line. Sometimes I think she should be the poet.
Till next time,
Justin
I think she chooses to stay
by Justin Gil
we're inseparable you and I if you try to leave me I know where to find you.' I joked. I stopped rubbing her feet to steal a sip of wine from her glass, she snatched it away just in time, and quipped, 'yeah. you're inescapable.'
This poem was first published in I Don’t Belong Here and Neither Do You
Amazing read 🙌🌟