i told you i loved you a week after i told you that it was too much.

[styrofoam_jesus]

there is a certain way that
we watch ourselves in the mirror,
when the light in your room is silver
from the streetlight that's been replaced.
i like to glance at our shoulders when
i roll onto my back, and
your body still shakes
when i mention that night.

Comments

[ghettoprincess2]

I love your poems, they always make me want to paint them!
xoxo

[losxprestamos]

"i like to glance at our shoulders when
i roll onto my back"

Everything is jointly owned when they're being described as looked at, not not anywhere else in the poem.