"She never looked nice. She looked like art, && art wasn't supposed to look nice; it was supposed to make you feel something."



Do I make you feel something?

An Excerpt From a Book I Once Read

I cried 
when Eleanor and Park 
held hands for the first time. 
Maybe it’s that memory 
of a first relationship thing. 
Or maybe it’s just so sweet 
that it makes you a little sick 
in the best way possible. 
But it’s probably because 
I thought about you 
the entire time I read it 
and about how I still can feel
every fingerprint you’ve grazed
across my skin from September to now.