I woke up this morning, after last night's ride through the park where I tore apart your desires as if they were day old notes, and I decided that I crave that smile on your face. I wish to see those eyes shimmer above your cheek bones, those lips laugh and expose your perfected teeth. Your hair dropped from the top of your head, down below your eyes, covering the blue radiance: their shine. I realized that I loved destroying your soul, and that while resting their under the tree, eating our lunch that you prepared, I should have prepared for what was to come. I could not imagine. I could not imagine now, as bolts of fire leap hundreds of meters into the air, I would regret anything, but I have come to. Those moments where you threw yourself towards me, and I declined, I have not forgotten. Those moments where you were entranced, and I avoided your eyes, poison my thoughts like minerals in coal. I dug into the "us," and vanished at your weakest moment. But fire flies tonight, and days ago I dreamt you had spoken to me with a smile on your face that I had placed there.
"I can't lift you up cause my mind is tired.
It's family beaches that I desire.
That sacred night we watched the fireworks.
They frightened the babies and you know they've got two flashing eyes.
And if they are color blind, they make me feel, that you're only what I see sometimes."
