later
boston, ma
-
him
we have horrible timing.
not a day goes by
that i don't think of
that silly summer.
i think of you,
the brunette girl with
those ocean eyes
that could calm every single
storm in my life.
the voice of an angel and
a laugh that twinkles like
stardust.
you're gentle and you're kind,
two things i wish
i could be.
your winged eyeliner
is so much better than mine,
although that's never
going to be admitted, ever.
you're somewhere out there
and i'm waiting until the
next summer to see you
or until all of
this snow melts away.
a text away,
sitting somewhere warm
i'm sure.
you know i love you
and i know you love me.
so even the distance
cannot hurt
what you've helped me heal.
YOU ARE READING
how to heal
Short Storya short story / set of poetry about healing and letting time mend you that is based upon real events but not entirely true (:
