A familiar sin

I get up and wipe the dirt off my knees.
Just another reminder of who I’ll always be.
This Florida wind is giving my body chills
Goosebumps on my skin
A familiar sin.
And your fingers used to do the same to me
A few too many times
At least in your opinion.
But I miss the rush you gave me.
I miss wiping away your taste from my mouth
And cleaning the dirt out of
Recurring wounds.
When I look at you I just see a
Reflection of my own broken past.

But you’re just a boy who has a sexy grin; hiding crater sized wounds beyond your green eyes.

Just like I am…