She was the moon.
She was a Cigarettes After Sex song.
She was a doe out in the field.
She smelled like lavender coffee with
oat milk, her favorite drink.
She was the girl at the farmers market
buying strawberries when she knew
she wouldn't eat them right away.
She was a basket full of love letters
waiting to be read.
She was the color blue.
She tasted like honey tea with lemon
that you would drink before you go to bed.
She is the hopeless romantic that always got hurt.
She was alone but didn't want to be.
She wanted to be loved right.
#would you love her?
inland aspen