Summer and Winter.
We stole cheap drinks.
Making out on kitchen sinks.
Summer air filling our heads.
As we crawled into one another's beds.
Skin meeting your skin.
As I revealed a different side, and let you in.
We stole one another's happiness.
Turning it into sadness.
Winter air striking our souls.
As we went separate ways, to our own homes.
Skin staying under wraps.
As you left me, while I never looked back.
YOU ARE READING
We Called it Love.
PoetryA collection of tales written by a depressed poet. Inspired by the boy who promised he'd never break her. These are the faults in my heart.
