The horizon blushed,
As we chased the sunset,
And I forgot what goodbye felt like.

Snow fell slowly,
It was ***** grey, like the sky,
Bitter cold where it met my tears,
Biting at my cheeks.

To me, with my heart in ruins,
It looked less like snow,
And more like ash.

God I’m going to miss you.

It’s supposed to hurt.
This ache, this breaking feeling,
It just means I really do love you.

“Happy Birthday”
She says over flowers and chocolates
Apollo’s last masterpiece

The definition of “content”
Became leaning into your side
Wrapped in your arm.

“I’ll be okay.”
I whisper it against the wind’s lips.
It bites back.

I painted hope on my face,
On the backs of my hands,
On my eyelids.

Don’t let me forget.