her hair smells like dry leaves,
cascading from seasons
and her mind changes
with their colors.
her lips are tinted
with blues and reds
and remember his
with an ache.
her cold hands wish
to be interwoven with his
and reclaim the warmth
found between them.
her breath, so normal and alone
without him speeding it up
with passion and slowing it down
with calm and safety.
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desolation
Poesíades·o·la·tion ˌdesəˈlāSH(ə)n/ noun a state of complete emptiness or destruction. anguished misery or loneliness. just a book of my inner thoughts, feelings, and observations TRIGGER WARNING: may include eating disorders, self harm, alcoholism, suici...
