a confession:
i turn to my side when i see you heading into class
because i know
it hides my fat more
but when i turn to see you
you aren't looking at my stomach
or my thighs
or my breasts
you're looking
right into my eyes
and i didn't know
how much i wanted that instead
until now
- yours are bluer than his
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.
