refreshing, glassy aqua eyes
cascade over darker, dull green pupils.
sandy hair is kept a mess,
while brunette strands stay in place,
staring contests stay brutal.
smaller hands with cuts and scrapes
hope to collide with the larger pair beside her,
as both are littered with picked off skin
agains bitten down nail beds.
she hopes he's as fragile as she is,
that way they could make it work.
because maybe he's just scared to say
how he feels in fear
of her not saying the same.
YOU ARE READING
a hopeless romantic's winding tales of love and other things.
Poetryventing via poetry, as it seems to move me forward ... enjoy! most of these are probably gonna be super lovey dovey. ♡
