I had no idea that day
Would have tasted different,
The nights were still as desolate
As the next,
My hands still empty
My heart still drying
From all the paint my lungs
Kept dripping
I would soon come to realize
What my taste buds were craving
And i do try to travel back,
Try to gargle his words a hundred times
Inside my mouth
Until i sense a slight change
A slight bitterness
A warmth that i didn't sense at the time
I had never been in love with freckles
In August before