people watching

her salty tear drops drip down her face

they crawl down her chin and reach her aching heart

her long hair tucked into a black beret

red lips parted slightly holding her tongue between her teeth

blue eyes looking out the window

wrote her a note to try to bring a smile on her face

she steps out before i could stand up

i guess blondes don’t always have the most fun

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his caramel eyes melt into mine as he glances my way

then turns to face the street

bright smile on his face as though he just won the lottery

his head bends down between his arms

he stares at the world around him

taking everything in

he looks so at peace as i stare at him from the window

soon enough i hear him scratching on the door

asking to be let in

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two duffle bags

a hydro flask in hand

she starts dozing off despite her attempts of staying awake

i suppose hard work always leaves you this way

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piercings cover his face like an art show

he holds roses in one hand and sunshine in the other

serious but when his phone lights up

his eyes follow

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she looks into her mirror

then promptly slams it shut

stuffs it in her purse

glances at the window

then brings it back out

tilt it slightly

as though her reflection is deceiving

as if another angle will show a different face

a better version

one she likes

upsetting

starts picking at her image

fawning over her flaws

she’s a harsh critic

one that cries

one that weeps

trying to fix what isn't anything

but pretty