Hate List
end of summer
end of sweaty things
sweet
salty
barely much at all
never loud
and never
fully
all the way
end of holiday
that never was
a devotion
end of ocean
so clear you can see through
like we do
never made it to those
looks that
eyes do
close them
fall into
bed
hibernate to wake to
what
I want to give to you
again and again and again
always
my hate list
is long
my love list, plays
a mix tape
on repeat
longing for a summer
Me toooo. Longing for a holiday that never was. Cat thank you. I love to read your thoughts