Break

i was...slightly drunk, slightly numb, and very tired. -enjoy-

 

Young love,

Innocent love,

Sweet, Soft, Sepia love.

 

Today marks the day

I realized I’m not Her

anymore. I’m regressing

in a very mature way.

 

stone cold,

I hold my head high,

and cry behind granny glasses.

 

Wishing it were may

Or April

Or early June

so I could go back…

to Her. And Him. And Us.

 

But calendar pages pass

as the flipping of fleeting moments

and days as ages.

 

“This is good-bye”

she said strokingly.