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i miss the blurry words,
the heavy stares,
the silent pleas.
i miss the way
you made me feel.
i was stupid,
i was naive.
man, i was only
fifteen.
but my eyes
saw colors;
red, blue, green,
brighter than they ever
used to be.
my heart broke
and i wrote a million
shity poems
about love.

you're the sky
above my head,
the sun that blinds
my sight,
the air that fills
my lungs.
you're everywhere
and yet
nowhere to be found.
i resign myself
to looking up,
a sigh catching
in my throat,
a heartbeat so
fucking lost.
i wish i had known
the bloody taste of pain
against my tongue
before i let you go.
but it's too late now
to do anything
but cry.

i look up,
i look down,
i look back:
your hand is tightly clasped.
she smiles her evil smile.
she blows me a kiss
that burns my skin.
she takes you away,
you let her.
is it blood
that you taste
inside your mouth, now?
is it pain?
is it regret?
i hope you two burn.
i won't laugh at the flames,
but i won't look away.

i was fifteen.
you were fifteen.
she was thirteen.
and yet
she caught you,
she grabbed you,
she took you.
i lost,
she won.
but did you win
at all?