That's it. It's all over.

A Breath of Air

It was the morning of August 4th

I had just kissed your boyfriend,

Well really he had kissed me. I was just there.

You were still asleep, tired from the night before

When you were at that party that you shouldn't gone to

We were sitting on the top of that one really big hill,

The sun just barely risen

You were chugging a red bull, the smell of weed buried into your clothes

Cam was lighting a cigarette, entwining flowers into my hair

and everything was just fine for a minute.

Something about that place was just so perfect.

Except it wasn't.

You were hungover, still half asleep;

Cam was anxious, wondering if I told you about the kiss;

Which I didn't, and I don't think I ever will

sorry.

I remember sitting there playing with a daisy,

the smell of Cam's cigarette filling the dewey air.

And you were sitting right besides me

Ignoring the phone calls from your mom, my aunt, who was wondering where you've been.

Your eyes closed while wind was running through your braids

Exposing the hickey on your neck

It wasn't from Cam.

But it didn't even matter.

Nothing mattered in that moment.

We were living and everything was fine.

We just sat there for hours, passing around iced coffee and green apple gummy worms.

Not talking,

Not fighting,

Just being.

We weren't happy, we weren't sad, we were just alive.

Every tear that fell down that day fell for a reason.

That's what was so amazing about it.

It was the first time in months that I felt present;

And nothing has been so perfect ever since.

I'm sorry I kissed your boyfriend, that was pretty shitty of m