i find myself swirling back and forth into the storm you left for me, screaming into the rose printed scarf your grandmother gave you on her death bed. it's funny how my life changed, but the inside of my head is still the same. i know this 'cause i still add two table spoon of coffee beans before brewing it to fulfil the urge to match my cold hands with your warms ones. you see, my heart is still in the boot of the car which you drove off into faded oblivions. i scream at you to hand it back but you're too far in the thick cold air. the headlights are so bright that i wish i was enveloped in darkness instead, but it's alright because my life has changed and i do wake up from these nightmares every morning.
