I feel so out of season in the most poetic of ways.
I smell like amber, autumn, and pine-
I smell like amber, autumn, and pine-
A melancholic nostalgia in a brisk spring,
Cool enough to reminisce on the you
I am remembering from a lost October.
Cool enough to reminisce on the you
I am remembering from a lost October.
You were
A shrill sound,
An abrupt awakening.
A shrill sound,
An abrupt awakening.
We were wrought with
Infatuation and sleepless nights.
Infatuation and sleepless nights.
I got high on my abuser.
But today,
I miss your belly laugh.
I miss your belly laugh.
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