when the sunflowers start to blossom

10:40 PM

it was love,

and it was lust,

and it was everything in between

it was you,

and me,

and fall 2018

we sat by the shore

and we were so sure

everything around us was falling apart

and we were falling together

our fingers intertwined like vines on an old brick wall

we made wishes on satellites because stars were cliche

we talked about our "someday"

you baptized me with your lips

and I can still taste your kiss

now its all a memory

a broken past

stitched together with lies

and goodbyes

winter is almost over

and the vines on the wall are frozen

dying with the crisp air

and soon

when the sunflowers start to blossom

so will I

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