Response- Ceramic Pink Pot

And I do think of you with every cup I pour. I think of the night you gave me the ceramic pink pot and how we danced together in the kitchen of your old house before going to dinner. And as I pour milk into my tea, just a dab, I think about the morning… Continue reading Response- Ceramic Pink Pot

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Don’t Fall in Love With Me

Don't fall in love with me, or i'll write about the scars on your shoulder, and the way your collarbone curves like your smile. And sometimes i'll pay attention to the little hair that falls onto your forehead before you dishevel it back with the rest, other than the words flooding from your mouth. Don't… Continue reading Don’t Fall in Love With Me