cookies, for you.
And we sat there on your bed and talked,
and at one point you said that you were lonely and
i wanted to say the same.
and at one point i put my hand up on your shoulder
only to move it away.
I was wrong.
Everytime someone died. color and breath, the fast unfurl of carbon away from death plants that rise and grow, strange citybomb beneath…
Bloomed in the fall, I loved you in the winter. When summer came the world was dead and cold.