undercover
it was some time ago when i was assigned my most pivotal mission as an adolescent.
i vividly remember the file filling up any available space in my mind under the title first love.
first love:
target's initials: j.j.
undergo mission however you wish to; only requirement: you must go undercover.
and so i did.
from the curve of your jaw to the elegance of your posture, i studied your magnificence.
i observed every inch of your being to the best of my ability—
what made you smile.
what made you laugh.
what made you cry.
but i suppose i was a little too good at it
because you never acquired my name.
*this chapter reminds me of bts's house of cards
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petrichor.
Poetrya collection of mediocre poems written during spanish class for the most part ©2017-2018 MINHTEA