Sometimes it’s too much to look into another’s eyes.
It’s personal, like you have a vendetta against them,
A vendetta to know them.
It’s the same feeling as staring too long at the sun
Or catching fireflies in a jar.
Shaking it a little bit too hard to get them to shine nice and bright,
That childlike action all of us committed under the moon.
While playing in the dark blue grass with picnic baskets and
Blankets draped over couches and pillows
Creating forts that create castles and dungeons and new worlds
But never mansions, homes, or the mundane.
But when you see those eyes dim
Like a burnt out lightning bug that’s been shaken too hard.
You know the loss was uncontainable.
Like an army of ants forcing their way into picnic baskets and commandeering food
Or when the knights go to kill the dragon
But the pillows cascade down and those knights are just children in a house.
Your firebug can only keep their eyes shut for so long before
They open their eyes and let them bleed into the night
Like a lost sun.
sunrise
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bonfire friends
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sadness
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purple skies
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true love
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My Cheerleader
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womans transformation to happiness and love
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future life together of adventures
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