Sunrises make a promise every morning that the Sun is here to stay, but at night it just leaves again. The Sunrise is a lie. At least the Sunset is honest.

i remember sitting beneath the sunset with you. i watched the sunset past your face. it looked more beautiful to me by the minute. the sky was as dark as it gets before the moment of complete nightfall, hued in shades of purple and blue and pink, from streetlights and phosphorescence and the world past its closed horizons.
i remember sitting with nothing but silence between us, because all night "Goodbye" tried to find my lips from where it was stuck in my throat like a pill that wouldn't go all the way down. so i pushed it farther down with every sip of my drink.

the haunted house looked too much like your ribcage.
the rides only reminded you that you're not scared of dying.
your lips looked so beautiful while they pouted around cotton candy you pretended to eat.
i look at you and my whole body feels like a roller coaster.
i just want you to be okay and i don't know if you can be.

i wish i was on your mind because god knows you're on mine all the time
and i hope you don't forget me even though we both know you could forget me right now if you wanted to with one more sip from your bottle
and i pray you don't lose yourself in her because i'm still lost in you waiting for you to find me and why did you leave?
the wind against my skin doesn't feel the same way you did, nothing does and you held my shaking hands between yours every winter promising me that you'd still be here when the flowers started growing through the cracks in the pavement but we can never seem to make it past fall and why did you leave?
we could have spent lazy mornings tearing each other apart and sunday mornings stitching up each other's hearts and endless nights in forgotten places baby we could have had it all but your love for me fell right through the cracks and is just as empty as the abandoned parking lot we shared our first kiss in