I don't want
to forget;
I'm okay with
remembering
all the copper
chloride tears
my purblind eyes
tattooed on my
flaccid cheeks.
I'm okay with
remembering
you didn't have
the time so
you left me here.
—I always cry for the people I love
VOCÊ ESTÁ LENDO
an ocean of teardrops
PoesiaI avoid surfaces with reflections, avoid facing reality. At the sea, where I last washed away my scars only to have them appear in different places, different faces. And so I try comforting myself through imaginary conversations with the people I lo...
