Taken With the Wind

XXIX;

We didn't talk
Him and I.
We walked down the streets
Back to the house.
It was 102 degrees.
I was sweating.
He was sweating harder.
When we got back
All I wanted to do was cry
And I wasn't 100% sure why.
Hot murky liquid
Streamed down my cheeks
It wasn't tears.
Sweat.
I wiped my forehead
My cheeks
Swung my arms
To get the clingy feeling out if my pits.
I hate the heat.
I hate him right now.
No I don't.
♠ ♠ ♠
Filler. D: