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.