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the sunshine without my sunshine burns lines into my skin, they're deeper than skin deep, the burns slice through the part in my heart that's kicked into start when you smile and even to my stomach where i feel a rush, a tingle that's better than slapping on sunblock during the dead heat of day, when you lower your eyes and pull me close
what's the use in enjoying the popsicles, a frozen acne flareup encased in thin plastic and a lethal weapon that'll give you a smile like the joker's if you're not paying attention, stickiness on my hands something like the stickiness the icing from the cupcakes i made you vacationing on the corners of your mouth, then the taste of sugar lingered on my lips after you kissed me in thanks
the strawberries you love so much will ripen to red sweetness then rot to a dismal crimson mush into the soil without you here to pick them with me, then what do you know, my old friend mr. fruit fly may stop by and snatch what he can before earth snatches the most as if to say 'you're all mine'
chlorine burns my eyes just like times we've cried, watching people jump off the diving board into the aquamarine below reminds me of how i kinda fell for you that way, but my eyes were wide shut and this wasn't an experience you can repeat, you'll only hope to keep swimming and fight the current sometimes
every technicolor daydream composed of vivid greens, oranges, yellows, blues, colors of happy hues that all somehow contain echoes of you will disintegrate into muted colors of a nightmarish, garish gray... shade of the same night sky everyone swears is high noon, same sky that swallowed my dreams while i was wide awake
i see no point in my usual short, bonetight warm weather garb now that you're not here to undress me with your eyes, grab at me with your gaze and use your mind to have your way with me, show me who's daddy, your mind is so fucking loud i can hear a symphony of our moans and grunts through your cranium, our skin brown as caramel on the sweet ice cream i refuse to devour at all from now til august, cause remember the time we agreed to get ice cream to split like they do in the movies and it didn't happen?
the cold sets in my bones and my nose is a bright enough shade of cherry to lead santa anywhere he'd need to go, i can see my breath escape my lungs and every breath i take back feels like a fleet of ice shards down my esophagus, we look like Eskimos and nothing is enough to warm us up, especially not the sun that's MIA after 5pm but i would trade a summer with no warmth in it for the coldest winter ever with the perfect heat radiating from your very essence in it to warm me up and nothing else, like it's a hard candy with a surprise center
summer is coming, for us it's less than 12 hours and i'm dreading its arrival because its arrival denotes your departure so when summer comes, i will send it back to where it belongs - with a collection of god's other sick jokes that are meant for his amusement and the misery of his offspring (just for the hell of it, get it?).