we look for ourselves in your bathroom mirror
and you're watching your hand as you do your makeup
but I'm watching you.
I hope you don't notice me staring. I don't know why.
I leave a lipstick kiss on the mirror before we go,
but it's really meant for you.
YOU ARE READING
solid colours
Poetrybut I'm thinking about how neither of us are solid colours. I don't know what that means. what did you say?
