he loves coming with my family to pennsylvania
said he loves the campfires and smores
the ash getting stuck in his arctic hair
smelling it later tonight
when we fall asleep together
he loves my younger cousins
playing hide and seek and cops and robbers
always letting the kids catch him
the way their faces light up
when they see him enter a room
like he lit up my heart
when he entered my life
he loves the lakes
jumping off the rope swing
sifting for cool rocks
when he asks for my hoodie if he gets cold
how he says "chilly" instead of cold
his non alcoholic piña coladas that the kids love
and the soft stones he finds me
he loves the shops
the flea markets that my mother drags us to
no matter how much we deny that we actually like them
we always tag along
the candy stores,rainbow strips and sugar rushes
sour candy until you cant feel your tounge
antique stores and small towns
the stolen diner items that he always manages to take
salt shakers and napkin holders
table decor and a whole chair
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be my territory •gawsten
Poetryshort gawsten fic with shitty little poems(?) inspired by paint by numbers by iguessitsmeagain lowercase intended geoffs pov chapters r named after random scents i like takes place in nj 4 a bit more context geoff just went thru a breakup!!
