Rosie

18

Two months, full of drugs, music, and drinking.
Two months of the drugs, music, and drinks letting us discover one another.
Her eyes were just the same.
So small giving me just a taste, and summer so short.
Yet they were so full of things I only had two months to figure out.
In between blinks I would never look away cause I could potentially miss her reason.
Her reason for these two months requiring for her to be intoxicated.
She'd never take her eyes off mine.
Scared that at the end of the two months I would give up on trying to discover her.
And to be honest, she wasn't wrong.