lily of the valley / by Erin

gardenias and sweat, what a perfect mixture on a thursday afternoon.
he bought me a new smell and stole me flowers, im waiting for the future memories to grow. sometimes i can smell Greece, honeysuckle and salt and a tiny taste of lemon (a la tonic).
the flowers are wilting already, tiny white bells. he snipped them at midnight so i could wake up to my little yearly tradition.  i keep waking up.