• * . • * . Sweaters
Last summer, you were mine as I was yours.
I was stubborn back then, saying 'no' to you at every turn. But you completely changed me; my beliefs, my whole being.
We were reckless. You taught me how to sneak out in the middle of the night to the beach. We'd count as many stars as we liked because you said it would be better if we acknowledge all of them, no matter how small their lights shone. And if we'd lost count, you'd smile and say, "Well, we will have to count all over again." You wouldn't look frustrated.
On your birthday, I couldn't find the right gift. You laughed at how worked up I am for just a gift. And to prove to me it's nothing to be frustrated about, you gave me your favourite bracelet. You said I should keep it safe for you.
How blissful it was. That summer when the sun kept burning, when the moon lit up the sand grains at night, when I was yours, and you were mine. But in an instant, it ended.
And maybe it was just that. Maybe it was only meant for summer. Like sweaters were meant for winter.
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The Hollow Shell ✔️
Poetry"Those empty eyes you have. That hollow heart you hold. Sometimes I wonder, If you have ever loved me at all." -Empty
