Blue Ocean Floor

She had these ocean eyes. Blues and greens mixed deep within one another. Before her I was a fool for honeysuckle eyes in the sunlight but her big wide eyes under those big round glasses evokes a feeling of home in me that till this I cannot example. I feel so hard into her ocean eyes. So hard that I drowned. 

Sweet sweet strawberries

Strawberry fields. I hated strawberries. But you loved them so much i became drawn to them. I would go out of my way to buy you a pack whenever I could. I would swallow my hatred for their sweet aroma, just for you. I would do it all for you. Anything for you.

Autumn in Winter

I had to go. That town broke my heart, she just finished tearing up those pieces. It was winter but it was ironic because autumn was her name. She was a writer. She would write me the sweetest love letters you imagine. and I loved her. I loved her as one can love the moon, I loved her like she was the last person on earth. Autumn in winter. She was, she is, forever my person.

We were happy, right? I remember she would surprise me with flowers every day. roses because they were her favorite and she always knew she was my favorite person. She was one of those once in a life time joys. She was a shooting star that if you missed it you’d never see again. Autumn was perfect. Perfect in every way shape and form. Where did we go so wrong? Tell me autumn, where?

Everything was so dark after she left. The snow melted and the sun hid behind the clouds. The cold was unbearable now. There was no one there to pick up my pieces anymore. No one there to bring me roses and no one there to write me poems. Your last bouquet started rotting yet I couldn't help but keep them around for comfort. As a reminder. As hope that one day you might come back and fill this vase with roses once more. Come back to fill my heart with joy again. I still hope you come back to me one day autumn. Like a desperate addict I crave the thought of you missing me, thinking about me. I still crave you all these years later. Here I am still writing about you.