I've been in this body for eighteen years,
yet I know your face better than my own.
I cannot find my own feet in the morning,
but can outline all the veins
that connect your heart to your brain with my eyes closed.
I never took notice of my eyes
until they stumbled upon yours and my world drowned in blue.
I cannot see myself unless I'm seeing you.
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These empty mirrors are starting to scare me.
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"Laughs' ^o^ That last line is hilarious. It's really not what I was expecting, but I say you should keep it. This is one heck of a love poem if you see him so much you can't see you. But still, it was great. But what's with those three dots going down?
This line "I cannot see myself unless I'm seeing you", sounds a lot better than head over heels in love. I also like the rhyming.
There isn't much constructive criticism~Oh well. Keep writing, love the poem.
I guess it is pretty funny. xD
Now who's a sexy poet?
I was damn straight sure that when I started reading this poem, I knew it was going to be great. It's a great mixture of exaggeration and helplessness. In fact, if anything, it painted a great picture of the aftermath of a relationship. People would usually read about love and being in love but not much about the heartbreak which comes after or whatever it is that comes after so for you to be able to capture that, I commend you. However, critique-wise, the only negative I could purely say with good intentions would be how you break the lines. It looked much like you've written it out in prose and simply broke the lines. Although I understand your purpose of separating lines about the narrator (ex. I've been in this body for eighteen years) and how the narrator's past-lover (ex. yet I know your face better than my own.), it got a bit awkward at some point since some lines are particularly long. For me, it would have worked if you separated it into verses instead of compressing it in one short verse with an extra line. Which reminds me, the extra line got a bit... out of place, probably because it lost the pattern from the verse above it. I guess, it would work if you termed it in another way or so?

Whole-wise, this was a good poem. Keep it up!
Yeah, the last line gave me a bunch of problems. I still don't think it fits well. I tried to phrase so that it was obviously disconnected with the rest of the poem, but it seems too disconnected now.
I loved it. A very well told love story. I like the spaces that you use towards the end it. It leaves a long enough space that will let your mind wonder. The entire poem was absolutely brilliant. It leaves you with a sense of longing. A longing to know more about what happened and a longing to meet this person you became. The ending was really strange. And it seemed very incomplete. But I think that's the way this poem has to end. It can never be complete because of the emptiness that occurred once the person your describing left. This poem is a tragic love story told brilliantly and so quickly. Keep up the good writing.
Wow. This was really, really good. There's nothing that I can critique! Good work!