LXV.
i fell for the constellation of freckles on your face
and the creases by your eyes when you'd smile.
the shade of your lips, and the smell of your room.
i looked into the pools of green in front of me, and fell even deeper.
i fell for your childhood memories
and for the wall outside your bedroom with you and your twin sister's heights marked on it in pencil.
i fell for the screams you let out while you cried
and for the way your mother sang.
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fifteen (XV)
Thơ Cai prick my finger on a rose in my garden. my blood is not red. i take the wind caressing my face as a silent apology. cover art made by doradorapuff on tumblr. [2015] thank you to everyone who shared with me these short poems as they were published...
