sunburnt in september

sunburned in September.

You would have laughed.

It's the first time I ventured out

since.

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

since.

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 

instead,

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.


Since you slipped away.


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