you reached out and pressed our fingertips ever so gently as if one touch from you would scare me away.
how big of a dork are you?
a simple touch from you does not – will never – scare me away, but it scares me to lose you somehow, someday.
our touch isn't just two tissues brushing, it is the feeling that ignites a little fire in my heart – a plethora of burning emotions that do not scorch the rosy skin of this plump, but warm the soul which yearns for your touch all the more every day, every minute.
every minute...
you had shown me sunflowers blooming – you had made me hear them whispering amour in my chest, they looked for the sun every moment they got,
they always looked for you.
but then you left, took away the light, and shrouded me in darkness – your darkness.
(there was always a scared little part, the ever-indecisive, untrusting, assuming, skeptical, a lil' dark part of me who knew sunflowers see the night too, that they foolishly look at the sun every time only for it to run away and leave them to breathe black –
but they don't trust the starlight for they have always been too foolish and too greedy to want someone other than the sun.)
this darkness had grey sky the first day you left–
(didn't really believe you had)
the second night, the stars refused to shine–
(the edges of the strong will began to wear off)
the third daybreak tasted like tequila and mossy fields–
(abandoned flowers of the sun wilting one by another)
the fifteenth sky wasn't grey, but seventeen shades darker,
and the twenty-first – it didn't see any shade, didn't feel any burn–
the stars didn't shine and the clouds didn't cry.
too drained, too numb...
the promised summer felt like an uncalled winter, with spring long forgotten and drunk autumn tripping its way once or twice.
the once sprouting summer in my heart remained wilted inside my chest, dried and crinkled petals stuck on the insides of my hollow heart (–as wilted as the spring itself–) calling me to peel them off, or to bleed myself to let them be free to swim out in the ache of my heartbreak.
(to be continued...)
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