I remember that it hurt–
looking at her for the first time hurt.
The invisible stars faded away leaving only smoky rooms and the smell of lies.
Now she’s a sharp rock at the bottom of a pond.
She hurt me the way sand scrapes at my knees.
A seashell plunging into the ocean,
drowning,
suffocating.
Sharks scare me like sharp rocks,
their teeth take a bite and I can feel the pain.
We turned off the lights our naked eyes showing.
I remember I felt happiness–
she was happiness.
Songs of riptide and stars lit up the dark.
Jealousy made into sandy crystals and horoscopes read aloud.
Aeries a nest like a safety net so neither cry nor hurt.
Life changes...
Don’t be afraid of the dark ‘cause only light should show through your toxic pores.
Every time my mind lingers to room 5,
stars outside.
She says no and I try to forget.
But it made me,
It made her.
One second,
one moment,
one weekend,
one night in time.
All that was left were her sad eyes and now she has nothing.
My tears made into rainbows of color,
sweet hugs and kisses and bubbly feelings.
Once she was the only one I saw,
now she’s the one I try not to see at all.