You told me
you hated this weather
when we were out
in the rain
but i admired
the crystals
covering you
and my heart broke
a little
every time you brushed them off
as if they were dirt
- i've never owned a piece of jewelry like you
YOU ARE READING
For All the Hopeless Romantics
PoetryFor all the girls who never got enough from the world so they looked in boys and in books until they realized words on paper were far more impressionistic than a boy could ever be.
