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it takes all my strength not to dig you up from the ground in which you lay  

Summer’s on it’s death bed.

Your hair was grown again just like the day I met you. The air grew frigid as night fell, but the way the amusement lights melted to your skin warmed me even from yards away. And through tired eyes I watched you prey on her. She looked young. The fresh meat you prefer. And I watched you go back to her over and over as the night burned out. It reminded me of the time when I was her. The delicate, desirable new girl. The one who sat up ‘til dawn trying to keep you. The one you tried to catch. And as I went about my duties it ate at me, picking at my brain how soon she would be the same girl I am now. The same girl you picked apart, put down, and threw away. I’ve watched you, a sensitive, caring gaze following your every move all this time. The worst is I can’t find it in me to hate you. All I could muster up was a need to try again. A sick curiosity. And while I kissed him off that night and he went back home, it hurt me most to realize that the 263 days between you and I is more unbearable than the oceans between him and I.