Summer blooms
faux tangerine
promises of autumn
in boxes
You blistered me
with your heat
said it was enough
I should just...
feel the love
since it was 98 degrees.
Peel away the pith of me
I am still bittersweet
been trying to romance
the stones of men
since I was thirteen
No wonder I fell for
your granite.
If you were nicotine
maybe I could snuff you out.
Why did I settle
for the foundation
of a house.
You said I was enough
but I was floor board
creaking under your weight
just a clementine sky
hell bent on believing
in the travertine
About the Creator
Ellie Hoovs
Breathing life into the lost and broken. Writes to mend what fire couldn't destroy. Poetry stitched from ashes, longing, and stubborn hope.
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