your sweetness is the core of my apple
the swing set to my playground
the field I was a burning child inside of
I've spoken to god more than I have in years
and wrote a love letter to all my bones and organs that still work
my heart is a shark floating on top of a water bed of emotions
with my memories like an oil spill
I have pieces of me I couldn't lie to
I have seeds for an orchard I no longer want to grow
but the autumn breeze
reminds me of their sweetness
and the way my mouth waters from the smell of your hair