i came back to youwith love that didn’t smell likedaylight or coffee
the radio saysit’s the coldest winter ofa generation.
the wind blew and hermind scattered onto the darkparts of the city.
this boy stole my heart,it peaks from the edge of hissleeve when our eyes meet.
you planted too muchof yourself in a seasonnot ready for growth.
by the time the sun’sshadow reaches your window,i’m rising again.
he’s in my bed butyou’re on my sheets, and everpresent on my skin.
tell her my name thefirst time she asks who it wasthat broke you this way.
your love is like smoke,tarnishing the air in a soft whispering haze.