The last 3 letters of the spring

You know what’s crazy? {Imagine wanting something that you already had and knowing you will never have it again, and forever remembering every single minute of it}

I’ll be damned
‘cause nothing’s quite as good

It’s almost like food had lost its taste
and the sun is not warming, but burning skin, hair, bones, everything faceless

I keep watching myself from above
like I’ve already been here before, and I had everything I ever wanted. I will always taste the salt
on his lips
their warmth
and drops on my cheeks almost like kissing under the rain
but wetter
sadder
'cause he had her
there is nothing else to be compared.

That must be the definition of losing things...now that's something I surely know)