the spring nights spent alone in your room.
shredding away into a teenager.
the small comforts you confide into to try and maintain normality.
the dirty habits you and yourself will forever know.
the voice against you.
the clear morning window from the night before.
the nectar of the gods.
aphrodites result from a lover.
the plump fruit freshly picked downstairs reading to be used.
the desire you inevitably crave in your existence.
the water bottles filled with tears of first loves.
the neglected strand you once gripped.
the perfect complexion you can't even see.
the same films you watch to seek peace.
the music you selfishly indulge into.
the forbidden pleasures existing within.
you would do anything for glimpse of happiness.
anything.
YOU ARE READING
nostalgic gulp
Poetryfor the first days of springtime and the heartache left behind.
