Writing

I want to live life without flaws.  

More specifically, I want to live life without any regrets. 

When I was five, I used to look up to my sister. 

I still do. 

Maybe you’re still here

Here in the fall breeze

The pink and gray mittens you bought me

Clutched but not worn

You're still here with me

The Ferrero Rocher you gifted me

Time and time again

Sometimes, fall is “Ribs” by Lorde. It’s the Sun creeping through the sky, giving us a reason to cherish the moment. It’s gooey pecan pie dolloped with vanilla ice cream.

The fleeting feeling,

From the green leaves to yellow, within a matter of days.

The fleeting feeling, 

I hate the way he talks

But his voice sends me to laughter

I hate his hair

And yet when he runs his hands

Through it

I get butterflies

I hate the way he is everywhere

But I look for him

I stare at you, taking in all of your beauty now that you’re showing me something different 

It’s cute honestly 

How your cheeks get all red when I speak