You are the mints in the silver tins.
You are the crystals and herbs on the bookshelf at the end of your bed.
You are that bittersweet oil you wear every morning.
I am yours.
Only, yours.
-J
YOU ARE READING
Fondness of Weakness
PoetryA poetry collective about my former relationship as a bi ace person.
You are, I am
You are the mints in the silver tins.
You are the crystals and herbs on the bookshelf at the end of your bed.
You are that bittersweet oil you wear every morning.
I am yours.
Only, yours.
-J
