Late August underneath the radiating and boiling sun
We sat cross legged underneath the manzanita tree
One of its little withered leaves flew down and landed behind your ear
Perfectly
I brushed it off with my hand and placed it on the ground
Little did I know that was what would make you want to leave me forever
I didn't know how much you loved leaves or how much you hated me touching your ears
This was the worst mistake of my life
If I could travel back in time
I wouldn't stop diseases or wars or do anything
I would just
Selfishly
Make you come back to me
Nov 20, 2017
Nov 20, 2017 at 4:01 PM UTC
Late August underneath the radiating and boiling sun
We sat cross legged underneath the manzanita tree
One of its little withered leaves flew down and landed behind your ear
Perfectly
I brushed it off with my hand and placed it on the ground
Little did I know that was what would make you want to leave me forever
I didn't know how much you loved leaves or how much you hated me touching your ears
This was the worst mistake of my life
If I could travel back in time
I wouldn't stop diseases or wars or do anything
I would just
Selfishly
Make you come back to me
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