Skip to main content

Last Summer


Do you remember last summer
when we explored parts of the city 
we grew up in
but never saw?

When we had picnics in the park
looking for faeries under the mushrooms
and danced in the suns rays,
oblivious to the people watching?

When we went swimming
in the sweltering heat?
The cold refreshing water
and the smell on sunscreen.
The snowcone battle
that you won by pushing me into the pool.

When we kissed goodbye
on the roof of the tallest building
in our city
before leaving our separate way?

Do you remember the tears
and our embrace
neither of us wanted to end?
Do you remember 
the salty lips
and desperate eyes?
Do you remember 
how you promised to love me forever?

Forever is over and done-
ripped apart by your tongue.
Makes me wonder how this summer will be.
It'll be hard to compare to
the adventures and love 
of the one before.

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

Pity For Those Who Don't Write

There are people who don't have pens randomly hidden in every room, every jacket, every purse finding them in the strangest of places like under your pillow, by the sink, in an empty bowl in the kitchen cabinet, sometimes even in a shoe  for the spontaneous ideas that must be written down at once.  There are people who don't wake up in the middle of the night, struck with inspiration, and stay up the rest of the night, writing their hearts out.  There are people who don't have random lines, that make little sense -except to the writer- written on their hand.  There are people who don't have their characters on paper haunting them. Butting into every thought they have, until the writer finished writing their story.  There are people who get sleep every single night with no thoughts of imaginary worlds sprouting in their heads, keeping them awake. They have no push from that magnificent imaginary word to stay up all night writing about the com...
Post a Comment
Read more

Kavanaugh Catastrophe

Bent over a sink fistful of my hair, bruise marring my face. "It was consensual," he said. "We had fun," he said. Fingers bruised my thigh, gripping me tight so I couldn't move. Tears falling into the sink as he violated me, took my virginity in the most vile way imaginable. The mirror showed a girl dying on the inside for the sole purpose of some guy getting off- damn the consequences. Didn't tell anyone. Who would believe a loner over the southern gentleman? (he wasn't so gentle) But it happened. And finally I'm able to speak up and speak out against the sexual assaults that plague the media and society as people condemn the victim. "It was her fault." "She should have said something." Nobody believes a victim- the accusation is swept under a rug. But that can't happen if the assailant is in public eye. Everyone can hear it- It can't be swept under the rug anymore. -Don...
Post a Comment
Read more

My Explaination

Secrets burn you to the core  and confused feelings have a way of messing with your mind.  They ruin chances of perfection or mental stability.  I'm sorry I never told you, I never had the courage to,  but I'm falling apart.
Post a Comment
Read more