summer.

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by inksplots

by inksplots

a summer

the summer

a fleeting moment
and yet
at the thought of it
my hands
can't help but
shake

stars crowd my eyes

as thousands
of memories come
crashing over me
like some great tower

i see
your smile
once a comfort

now a danger

i hear
your laugh
to think
that was once
music to my ears
(hah)

i smell
mint and naivety
all over you
i want that back
naivety
a lack of experience
not knowing

(and i sob at what used to be)

remember our first

(and last)
kiss?

it was short
but still,
something i've
held on to

something i can't
let go of

as if it had lasted
much longer

sweet

soft

and so
young

we kissed

until
i felt nothing
but air

and you
were gone

;; personally, i've never been kissed before (who cares cara?), but idk, this is my strange and disgusting imagination of heartbreak and woe at work. XD