Jibbits Out The Crocs 'cause Get It? I'm Mature Now. I Sip Then I Floss, Blame My Heart For This Burnout

“Jibbits out the Crocs 'cause get it? I'm mature now. I sip then I floss, blame my heart for this burnout”

It’s a different kind of happy when you get loved back the same way you love

Reminiscing of September

September skies with long window gazes. It’s about 65 degrees and the leaves are starting to go through those changes. The ground sprinkled with orange and red the colors of autumn, streets filled with budding love and hand holding. I’m having one of those flash backs again but this time we’re in my living room surrounded by burning white candles the smell of summer linen while drinking cans of red stripe dressed in comfy casual sweats. The most simple moments mean the most to me. My head nesting in your lap as you run your fingers through my tresses. For the first time in my life I felt safe and at home a feeling unfamiliar but again like a distant relative. No words between us just silence and the sounds of Ella Fitzgerald and Louis Armstrong’s ‘Autumn in New York’ serenading us in the background. Truth is I’m scared and uncertain about what’s deserving in this lifetime seeing as though I only equate love with motives and disappointment I’ve yet to see it any other way. Wondering will I ever feel that feeling… that feeling you gave me on that autumn evening in September in New York.

My heart is broken💔

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