The sun paints the sky in hues of pinks purples. And I #love you like the sun. It reaches its #zenith straightens its crown. And I love you like its climb. It paints the night in yellow stars. Do you love me like the stars? And all the way to Mars, kid.
We start the same as we end. #Effervescent romances, knocking us so dumb we forget how to think. You waved your crimson flag proudly. I didn’t notice till I was waving mine- white, like the light I thought you were. You were no salvation. We end the same as we start.
#Vestiges of us: spilled wine on dinner, candles lit, cold seeping from an open refrigerator, oven reeks of burnt Dutch apple pie. Someone’s knocking. Living room decorated with sparkling glass shards from the coffee table. Someone’s banging. “Anyone home?”
Down by his tombstone, he opens her eyes. Says, “Dear, see? “I’m still by your side.” His sleep is eternal, he’s already died. She screams, “Stay, “Mi Amor, you’re my #vice.” He says, “When it’s cold outside “close your window. “And when you wanna cry “sit right here.”
Darkness wraps her in stars, allows her wishes only he can grant. Light is jealous, for he gave her calm in storms, paths through tumultuous seas, clouds for fantasies, dreams. “Will Darkness keep your heart?” “No, but there’s no pain in his arms.”
We remain after years of blame. We don’t talk much, but I hear the music in the #void that you became. Piano strums meddling with the hint of soft drums, as quiet and regretful as your soul. “Forgive me.” Your words, beautiful intent, untrusting in delivery.
Null, #void, surrounded by glow-in-the-dark star decals. Left bud in your ear, right in mine. The exquisite feeling of this place, written in lyrics on the insides of cassette tapes. Kisses sweet, soft on your lips. Promises promises, “Never forget.”
She, a #veteran of love, and lovers. You, a boy, still fresh nineteen. She calls you her man, and kisses you that way. She says your name with a little sugar, honey, tenderness, adoration, passion of every kind. She makes you sing. Sweet. You say, “Teach me. Everything.”
Sweet Innocence, Winds of approaching rain cooled sweat above her lip, cheek gripped by concrete’s gavel. Blood– the stick glue that holds her teeth in her mouth, and her body to the ground. #Verdict thrown against her, and she against it, from the highest window.
You were the One, the last, those things we dreamed did come to pass. You fantasized. That’s all it took. To lock our stories in a book. Your muse, My Queen, forever yours. I crave to sign your name once more.