The last 3 letters of the spring

I walk the same path every day
tracking my traces in hopes I’d meet you again
and say 
all of this time it was just—character development 
Upgrading a couple of now strangers to eternal soulmates 
Hunting each other in turns

My hips are hurting 
Ice sharp, rocky covers for sale 
My poems, let's say
They are
An altar for my saviour syndrome; Give up the ghost! 
never - I scream at the wind, some things they 
they never change

I’ll sell my soul to an old gypsy
and play pretend—perhaps you also noticed:
All our favorite places have closed 
since then
I bet the sky was also blue
I bet the city still remembers
all the lives afflicted 
I bet the metro witnessed
all the stillness 
of her tired metaphors 

Running in circles like a mouse high on sugar 
The internet says it’s a brain tumour
Hanging by a thread
In a wireless era
Wire your brain to resist the calling of running
when it finally finds you
A little bit early
in the middle of June
prettiest girl ever
with hips ice sharp
wearing different coloured socks 

So he said
You are a bit too early 
I'll hate myself if I have to run, but I have to
I always do
and out of nowhere 
I want to cut all of my hair off
Move to another country 
Burn all your clothes 
burn myself if I must

Intrusive thoughts meaning
The idea of being the only one sober
In a crowded bar
Haven't seen you in ages 
I think I am drowning on land dry
Hanging by a thread
Leaving my body behind 

Running in circles like a mouse high on sugar
Tracing my steps 
Hoping I'll meet you again 

I’ll sell my hair to an old gypsy
and play pretend
I bet he also noticed that
all of my favorite places have closed their doors
since then