i'm craving the dust that clung to my shoes
from dirt roads, coughing it up when it coated my lungs, the contrast in goosebumps and sweat when the sun had barely risen but here we were awake, panting on hilltops, muscle aches and all.
i'm missing the sticky kisses of victory laps
but not the person attached to those lips,
nights of nervous laughter and bonfire scented clothing with familiar faces, familiar places, being content.
i'm wanting to be too exhausted to cry,
a heartbeat so strong and alive,
every part burning but never wanting to die.
bumpy bus rides at sunset with blaring beats to match our mounting excitement.
when i used to run from more than just my problems,
when i had something to chase after. . .
i crave what passed in a heated haze,
take me back to my happiest days.
[a/n]: thank you for 30k reads!! also i miss being in cross country so much i actually cried lmao i was so fucking happy last season because i had great friends and a great boyfriend and a great will to live but ya know good things die young so everything is shit again and i'm lonely as fuck and scared of intimacy now ((:
