I coated your broken fragments with my tears and blood, as my trembling handles fumbled to put you back together.

And sunlight danced through the shadows of your pieces, as I lost myself in them.

With the Winds. 

A message sent on a windy terrace and the next thing I knew I was in love with you. 

We talked and then you kissed me; now you’re gone and I don’t know what to do. 


In your arms, I will always be that 18 year old girl who kissed you and fell in love with your eyes, all in the same breath.