CINNAMON

Written a while ago

You don't understand.

He was cinnamon,

and 11:12,

and star gazing with no stars.

And I feel so deeply

it hurts.

It hurts so badly.

But still I refused to stop feeling

for the boy

whose fingers were always cold.

"Goodnight Emma. Sleep well and dream

like you are under a sky full of shooting stars"

"I don't need a sky full, I only have one wish."