Immature December Love

I’m miserable, channeling a radio dial, swimming in a holiday sweater from the weight I’d lost when we weren’t together.
Misunderstood with a crooked smile
2003 left the best of me in a memory,
singing to a complicated melody
Press rewind and bawl to Hit The Lights
Kill time ruminating over our bodies tangled by the Christmas tree
Boring is life when growing up is foreign to lovemaking
only what remains is a reflection of who I used to be with you on top of me.

(© 2021 AC)

(WattpadAmazon Kindle.)

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