fuck u and your stupid floppy hair that's soaked in rainwater
and your stupid long eyelashes... and the eye contact that's too severe
and fuck u for the ironic smiles full of sarcasm, half-truths waiting to spill over
leave me alone, flower
(please don't, i am pathetically wilted by the adoration i feel for the way you speak)
YOU ARE READING
she
Poetrylucid visions of an obscured reality through the perspective of my honey colored eyes
