I hope you see me in the bar and I'm wearing the lacy shirt you first kissed me in. I hope I'm in the shorts you dropped on my bedroom floor. I hope I remind you of all our dates and you've wasted $15 on your drink because the sight of me without you makes you sick and you can't stomach the taste anymore.
YOU ARE READING
Your Eyes Were My Favorite Color
PoetryMy 11th poetry book Started: 1/26/24 Completed: 6/5/24