cold sunsets.

when a cool breeze’s hands are kinder against your flushed skin, you know your relationship is about to end. and he loved you once, he truly did, but that doesn’t mean he’ll love you ’til the end. no, love can rise and set like the sun, and you’ll know this on a day like today. ’cause his breath is hitched and the tears pool in his eyes, but together you’ve seen this sunset a hundred times, so you know it is not that.

carefully, you take his hand without moving your head off his shoulder, do not let him know you sense him hurting. because without you he wouldn’t ever known what life is, so loosing his safety net feels like you’re stringing him out for death to collect.

soon you come back, and realize all the sunsets do not look the same, it only ever felt that way when you were with him. and as the last taste of the day lingers in your mouth, you think about the way you kissed him, and how the passion died out.

yes, cold sunsets happen every day now, because you can never look at days the same again. you learned to love but instinctively you managed to stop, tell me, has your love grown temporary like the sun?