Winter Mornings

Your love is sweet like vanilla
Which flowed in my veins.
The way you say my name…
Like it’s somehow safe in your mouth
You treat me like winter mornings
Like one hand on my knee as you drive
Like blissful childish laughter.
The way you clutched me at the waist
And murmured; “I love you forever.”
Like a secret that tied us simultaneously.

But just like winter you left …
Your love for me was figurative, licentiousness.
You jilted like everyone else.
And I’m now wrecked to the bone.
How long is forever?
The corrugated blue lines have become so prominent.
The way blood just oozes out of it
The same way your love did…