You have stolen my August.
You hid disguised of innocent humor and pushed me back to that place where last we dreamed in make pretend. You draped an irresistible velvety lather before my eyes and then tripped me, I fell you know. I went for it, reopening my wounds with my predictable pain and now I’m left keeping the salty sea away from the scratches.
You have risen from the depths of my heart and whispered your way into the light in some futile attempt to whisk me along again. You sat there singing our bittersweet song and luring me with your musky scent and brilliant blunders.
You act like we haven’t been through this.
You've torn me open again. But don't worry. I’ll fight harder this time, to continue loving you.
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