can you see that? pink and orange and red; the sky is bleeding like our hearts. meshing into dark blue, splattered with stars - not one of them shoot across the sky because we have nothing to wish for anymore.
can you smell that? smoke and fog and mist winding down our trachea, 'till our breaths are heavy with misery. it's killing heart cells too, but we have no use for those anymore.
can you feel that? grass beneath us, entwining with our fingers and hair until no one can remember where we end and where the ground begins. and the wind strokes our skin; mother nature mourns for us too.
can you hear that? a euphony of evening phoenixes rushing overhead and around us, the beat of their song bright and ashen on our lips. the moment of silence as the sun dips over the sky and life takes a breather; maybe, maybe we should too.
do you remember making neverending
lists of what we loved best? i wish we
could've sent them and i wish they'd
made lists for us.
do you remember talking to me about how much
we just wanted to run over there and scream out
'i love you, i love you, i love you' and kiss them?
i wish we could've done that and i wish they'd
wanted to do it too.
and do you remember the way we'd
stop breathing and thinking when
they were around us? i love her.
and do you remember how our horrible, scary
days would just become perfect with one smile
or hello and how we dreamt of them? i love him.
i've forgotten how to smile and i just
don't understand why i feel this hurt
and shattered. she couldn't love me.
i don't know what's up and down and the world
has just stopped moving and i'll never be able to
love anyone ever, ever again. he couldn't love me.
can you taste that? cool and sweet and dry and bitter; it's heartbreak tea.
for c.rice
we'll watch that sunset, love.
pinky promise.
*Pinky Promise*
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