treams of black skimming down my face, eyes shut squinting.
lotches of uneven skin, revealing my identity of diffidence.
ach breath moves in sync, like music to a deaf person.
h, but no, it isn’t because of us.
o, no, it’s because of stupid romance.
Tagged as: Love. Kissing in the rain. Poem. Spilled Ink. Romance. Contradiction. Irony. Poetry.