honey stained hair

dear girl,
I watch you tangle crisp autumn leaves in your honey stained hair. You make me want to run my ink covered fingers over your chapped lips and into your blouse, just like I used too.


dear boy,
Do you remember when we spent the night together in that rundown barn? The sounds of fall were our lullabies and the owls our guardians.


dear girl,
It was the same night we took fireball shots that burnt their way down the back of our throats. We were young and you were in love, I took advantage of your cinnamon coated tongue.


dear boy,
You're one of those loves me loves me not daisies. You never tell me what I want to hear. You only tell me what you want.


dear girl,
The things you want to hear would be lies if they ever slipped past my lips.


dear boy,
I knew you wouldn't love me