take me back
to the hours
when my eyelashes
would cut at
your frosty cheeks
and
we needn't rely
on bottles and
smoke
to make us
feel like
this.
tell me you
still feel like
this.
i still
feel like
this.
to the hours
when my eyelashes
would cut at
your frosty cheeks
and
we needn't rely
on bottles and
smoke
to make us
feel like
this.
tell me you
still feel like
this.
i still
feel like
this.
This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.
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