7 of swords, reversed

I trusted you when my heart was only beginning to blossom. A love that felt like Sunday mornings, fresh off the heels of a heat wave.

We were too young for making promises and too old for trusting blindly, but we did both, recklessly.

When the leaves started to change, so did you. Butterflies turned into warning signs — parasites to our love. My intuition chewed a pit into my stomach when I ignored…