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This is for the love I have found in between clouds of smoke, behind bathroom doors, and every waking at midnight hour - blue valentine. (2023)

june

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by jhadconnor

by jhadconnor

I never fall in love in June
cause its always breezed by November
but the feeling of a yuletide winter,
been replaced by ephemeral summer.

I am used painting my skies blue
at every heartaches that I endured,
cause nobody wants me at my weakest–
not until then, 'til I found you.

I never fall in love in June–
never have I ever
but since the moment that I've met you–
I do, forever and ever.