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I can compare your love to a summer breeze. One day it is there, the next, gone. Without a trace, a smooth denial in its place. Well practiced. Well sounded. Not a fault in your tone. I rather burn without your coolness, I do not need your ice in my bones.
You are only a temporary love
Do you regret the late nights out? The ache in your chest that you can’t place anymore but know is there from the constant nagging at that one hour of the day? Do you remember the day that they left clearly? Or does the warm escape of the whisky whisk you away? Is it all a faint memory? Or is it like a car wreck? Something you won’t ever forget?
Did you love her or the idea of loving her?
I’m scarred that one day you’ll wake up and not love me anymore.
When we get distant.
When he left, it was the color of the sheets. The first day without him, it was color of my coffee. The first time I saw him alone in that room, it was the feel of the air. The last time I saw him, it was color of my tears hitting the cold, tile floor. That bitter January day, with the casket lowering into the hole in the earth. That day became the color of my heart.
The color is blue