peachespoetry

draft

it’s sad how
well,
our eyes don’t meet
unless I want them to.
I’ll always look for your——
face
in every crowded room
you know i risked myself
i’d like to say it’s you
it’s me in fact, just wanting you
to see past navy blue
and khaki colored assumptions
opinions facts.
don’t take yourself back there.

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