sunburnt in september

sunburned in September.

You would have laughed.

It's the first time I ventured out


Upon the pavement my shadow ran beside me.

Around me, yellow butterflies fluttered their wings

the same way you blinked at boys you liked.

You haven't blinked


I saw a red punch buddy nestled in the trees,

remembered how I used to bruise your skin,

but then you would cry.

If you were here, I wouldn't hug you 


I would beat you until you bled,

for being such an idiot,

and ruining my life,

because honestly, things haven't been the same 


Since you slipped away.

The End

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