Spending everyday together
Might be a bad idea
In hindsight.
Now, we're both attached.
Needing to see each other
Every single day.
When we're alone,
We could only resist
For one hour
Before I end up
On top of him.
His hands, his nose,
His hair, his eyes.
I wanna memorise them.
"I like your face"
"Which part?"
"Everything"
YOU ARE READING
twenty three
Puisiwritten by a twenty three year old; in the year of twenty twenty three.
