My Blood is My Ink | Poetry Book

there's that smell again

an ocean of memories came flooding in
as the first drop of rain reached the asphalt
and its familiar smell wafted to my nose.
I remember it all too well.

the way your hair stuck to your skin
and how your clothes clung to your body,
much like how I clung to you
way back when you were mine.

that day, it was all too vivid.
the way you stomped all over the puddles,
creating tiny splashes in your wake,
reminded me
of how you stomped all over
my fragile heart
and it broke into tiny pieces.

perhaps it was never meant to be,
for most love stories started in the summer,
but ours bloomed in the middle of a storm.

thunder struck the moment our hands met
and you had to let me go.

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