i want you to remember me as this:
beneath starry sky
still in the clouded moon
chasing city lights
against the november breeze
where your fingers twisting my hair
your lips crushing mine into wine
gasping how mine was the first you tasted
that night—
oh, that night
i never felt so young
despite feeling empty
and we held our gaze
as i whispered
we will never be here again
we will never be here again
we will never be here again
and you agreed—
til this day
i wish you lied
but you didn't
and now we stare
at each other's eyes
with withheld tongues
full of hushed secrets
as if that night never happened
as if you never once
made me feel special