Where It Hurts

I remember the sunlight softening the crease of your thunders of laughter, the stain of your breath in the air. You were running wild, untamed and bare feet. The sun had you caught in its orbit. I met you there. Your eyes were black but when they caught mine, they were blazing red gold. They were pits of fire stars. I died in each one. I met you in a wrenching collision of aftermaths. I met you in loud, summer hallways, cold nights, silent mornings. I met you on February 5th. I know the exact point where your heart used to meet your eyes. I remember your hands. You had a birthmark on the inside of your wrist that fit the shape of my cupid bow. You kissed sharp, loud, short but deep, intense and drew blood; like the way you talked, walked - like you belonged. It’s September 30th and I still have the shape of your teeth tattoed on my soul. It’s September 30th and I still have the shape of your fingerprints tattoed on my soul. I know how you liked your coffee, two drops of sugar plus a drop of honey. Sweet; with a bitter aftertaste. Like life, you said. You tattoed my name on your skin; big, wild and bustling with colour and carved deep in your skin. Like fire; like it was a dare. You looked like you just grabbed the sun with your bare hands. I can trace the past to you. You and your smile. You and your silent kisses. You and your warmth like the sunrise. You and your words. You, you, you. Saturday 2nd March, you were sprawled across the couch. Your eyes glinting as smile hides behind your hands as you watched me. Heat pools in my stomach even at the thought of you. My heart heavy with something indescribable; something dark and very, very oh soft at the edges. It was Sunday 15th. The window was open and I remember the cold air on your face. I remember your smile. You red-faced, cheeks hollow as you tried to gobble the stars. You were drunk and laughing. Later, when I was alone, I could still feel your presence: heavy, soft. I could trace the exact shape of your fingers on my heart. In a sky full of stars - you were looking at me, wide-eyes breathless. And in the end, you ended up swallowing my heart. There’s a spot in my ribs in the exact shape of you. It’s December 31st and I knew what forever tasted like: thunder, summer heat, lightening, laughter and madness -

(You.)

And then:

You forgot my name.

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