first love, early summer.

I glanced back, to your wide eyes, tracing outlines over the scars. You never look away when you do, my eyes don't move yet crying tears. As you drew faint hearts around my scars, I watched, I pushed you away so many times yet you find your way back to me, your heart is open, I wonder how hurt you are, I wonder why you keep crawling back from the dark cave to my heart. The freckles sprayed on your cheeks, I want to outline them with your favorite pen. The sight of you standing by the sidewalk watching the sunset with me I was watching you in the moment, the way your eyes glisten and glinted, your smile, angel kisses on your cheeks. I miss you It's been eight years and two months, Return to me.