With the Seasons

I am high on you
every minute
lately.
I try to stay
sick to my stomach
over you when
that churning feels
a lot like a first kiss.

Talk to me in an open door frame.
Talk to me under the stairs out back.
Loving you from afar
hurts so good.

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