it’s like i’m reliving trauma from that summer,
when pain was tougher, and i only knew suffering,
it was the drunken nights,
the stolen lights,
remembering the tights and dresses,
the scars and the tresses,
and everything was a valley of low,
and nothing was a miserable blow
as much as you were.
in 2014 things were dark,
and so was i,
but i remember feeling so god damn alive.