I have spent a lot of time filling my day with the things, all the websites, all the magazines and all the self-help books say will make me happy. A good internship. Running 5 miles a day. Face masks, strawberries, less carbohydrates and more water. But I’m drifting away from myself more and more each day I spend pushing you back into the corner of my heart. I haven’t watched the sun set lately because all I can think about is how similar your lips are to the sun touching the horizon in my mind. I’m still waiting for July 11th. I’m still waiting for the moment you burn up in all the pages I have filled with words surrounding my memories of you.
Words by A.F. Poetry & Prose