Fucking strangers won’t heal your heart.
She had thin hips, full lips, eyes like rain. Skin like winter, lungs like hell. She taste like heaven, fucked like sin. She had cobweb veins, cigarette love. She lived like a hurricane, burned like the sun. She had oceans in her irisis, coffee laced laughter. A heart like fall, a smile like spring, thighs like summer, a kiss like alcohol. She loved me like spring, left me like winter. She lived like the fall. She changed like the leaves. She moved on like the seasons, forgetting me.