sand & salt

where i go i will break 

like the waves 

and crash 

like the rolling tides 

be buried in the sand

like broken shells

skin

maybe if i wrote my words 
on my skin,
you would look at me 

then

Wintering ✨

remember when the snow 

nipped our fingers 

and you grabbed mine and put them in your pocket?

and i laughed because

you looked at me silly 

and my stomach was flittering

the fire pit burned

and our words spilled over drinks 

and that’s the first time

i heard your voice crack

and saw that tear in your eye 

and i knew i didn’t want to leave