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Nov 2019
I dream about the curve
of your nose it matched the way
your waist shaped
itself over the years I could always see
your pores but when I kissed the bridge
leading to your forehead
I couldn't feel them
Pilot G-2 0.7 on my arm "I love
you more than my own skin" you don't
but I still do sorry
I ruined your summer I’m not actually
sorry I just can’t stop dreaming
about your nose
that one time you pierced it
at that sketchy shop
at the age of 15 and they closed
about a week later
that was when we discovered
our favorite restaurant if I were to eat
there now I would probably throw up
all over the food bar I am truly
sorry I had to make you hate me. I wish
you were sorry for losing the ring
I bought for you
maybe if it didn't get left behind
Written by
Annalicia Garnica  21/Non-binary/Iowa City, Iowa
(21/Non-binary/Iowa City, Iowa)   
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