
Nighttime routine in disguise as love poem
A poem about washing my face, and watching someone else wash their face, and being a hopeless romantic.
A poem about washing my face, and watching someone else wash their face, and being a hopeless romantic.
That moment when you have to go but want to stay—so you decide you really don't have to go at all.
I start with the littlest things. The ones that take no effort. The ones that remind me that I am capable of doing the others.
The girls swim in the lake at summer camp. It is the only place around them that is cool.