Huddled around my ball of light, bonding; Oversharing. I cry. When I was still able to count my age on my fingers, This sun could never come undone; I never imagined her ******* her soul for me, slowly, like a neatly wrapped present on Christmas morning; I never imagined learning how to burn my memories.
I can finally let you go.
Your kisses never showed me this admiration But I wish you well. I sigh. I will see you again, in the candlelight β Only an imitation of the evenings where the fireflies would tuck me into bed and the stars would tell me a story. Goodnight, good riddance. I lie.