My every day is defined
by the times you look at me
Each hour is marked
only by the times I see your eyes,
by the times I imagine your
eyelashes tracing my collarbone
I want to trace your upper lip
with my fingertips
I want your laugh in my hair
your chest against my wrists
When I wake up I pull on my beauty
the belief that you'll love me
The only reason
YOU ARE READING
Poésie
PoetryI have a lot of feelings so I write a lot of things. (This anthology contains all of my poems, so anything in any of my other poetry anthologies will also be here.)
