macygolightly.

below the waist
to the gut
over the head
and out the door.


still hate how you went away.
still think your long locks were heaven-sent.
still wish freckles kissed my nose in the same way.
still miss tireswings and blanket forts and running through fields.
still say, "my cousin macy taught me how to smell the rain."
still love you just the same; hate the way you fell from grace(inmyeyes).