The skies are burning up again and I don’t feel like waiting for the rain anymore. It was late autumn when I first noticed the colors draining from the veins of my universe, droplets of scarlet for every fever I had to sweat out, and droplets of blue for every ghost I had to shake off. I used to become intoxicated with each phase of our moon until one night it never appeared and I think that’s when I met you. That’s when you handed me a corner of your dented smile and I wore it like it was the sunrise leaking through glass windowpane pores, like it was the light in my eyes because it was, because you were. You were everything and more. Sometimes you still are, sometimes there’s a crack in these summer records spinning around and around and I have to remember that I lose another part of what we used to be whenever I skip over your voice in the playlist. Maybe I’ll let go and feel the fire comb through my soul or maybe I’ll just wait for the storm.
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