but you know that warmth
you've stared it down before
as you lay in her parlor and looked up at the endless grey
her warmth, that started from your own heart
bundled under her blanket
letting her lullaby pull you under
that warmth is your own
when you awoke again
you'd stolen it from her.

she holds you from behind
your steps slow
her breath is cold on your ears
you squint into the wind
she whispers as you walk
her words drip down your throat and tighten around your stomach
you strain to move your boot
your own sweat is turned her weapon
she promises warmth
if you'll only stay

put it on their tongue so they know it's there before they open their eyes

what a good color!

i could never forget you, sweet cream
no matter if i try

she's in all your old familiar places
she's in the ribbon around your neck
she's in the pint in the freezer
she's in the fresh fallen snow

you'll find her in memories
that aren't quite her own
you'll find her in old habits
that you forgot aren't yours
you'll find her in everything sweet
smooth, rich, and creamy
you'll find her in the mirror
the jagged shards that are left

♡

unless they fall off and smash on the ground

watermelons would be cute