Dear Jungwon,
i cried for the sixth time today.
i can't do it any longer.
as if you read my mind,
you were there.
standing below my window.
my romeo.
but oh how i will never wish you death.
you threw rocks,
and broke my window.
"it's fine, it can be fixed."
i assured you.
but i didn't assure you
of the
growing hole
in my lung.
i told you what your brother said.
you were angry.
we laid in bed together.
we lay in each other's arms,
eyes shut
fingers open
and suddenly,
all the colors of the world
pass through our bodies
like stings
of fire.
