paint the villain in your mind*
What do they look like?

Writing love poems to no one,
Is like making cookies for yourself,
Its still enjoyable
Even if you do it alone.

Smells like sleep,
Like sweat,
Like peaches,
Like fall,
Like clean hair,
And not so new,
Shoes.

Like skin
Like soft
*like you

Push my shoulder blades together,
Force my chest open
To breathe cold, frigid air.

Remove the collar from my shirt,
Suffocating me,

Keep me on the porch tonight,
To air out uncertainties,

Have the cold air dry my stinging tears.

My body shaking from the cold,
Or maybe my lack of breath.

"Come inside now! You will freeze!"
My aunt yells to me,

But out here,
I can breathe.

This is what the storm took out
you ******* ******* *****
Look out
Because right now I am calm
And that's the worst that this could get.