and everyday i took a different path,

but somehow

it always led me back

to you.

---

 

my hands were stained

with white, fluffy clouds,

the fresh, green grass,

and all the memories of you.

 

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you were the storm

in my clear sunny day.

you were the tsunami

in my salty ocean waves.

yet i let you in

because you were also the air

that i so desperately needed to breathe again.

 

xo, jessica