When you walked into the room my pupils dilated and my mind started forming connections. Tall, lanky, light colored short hair, blue eyed boy-so much like the boy I love.
When I closed my eyes under your body- I saw him too. And I imagined I was being loved by the one I loved, because how horrible is it to use someone for my satisfaction?
I feel truly terrible that I don't feel terrible for doing it.
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Blue Eyes and Other Sources of Drowning
PoetryFor the boy with blue eyes. For the love and friendship I grieved, and many other things. Started: 11/20/20 Finished: 8/8/22 My 8th poetry book.