A pale pink splashes across the sky. The water laps against the dock, pushing it back and forth, a soothing rhythm.  The lake reflects the sky, a cloudy mess. Sitting with my ankles in the water, I listened to you talk. The summer, your family, sports, death and rain. We talked for hours on that old dock. The weathered wood cradled our bodies, and the day melted away. Standing on the planks, you looked over the edge. I walked up behind you and wrapped my arms around your waist. With one quick movement, you spun around a pushed me into the lake. I screamed and grabbed your wrist, pulling you in with me. We tumbled into the water together. When I surfaced, I saw you swimming towards me. Your hair was a mess, and your t-shirt was plastered to your fit body. We made eye contact and exploded into laughter. You splashed me with water, and so I sprayed you back. We dragged ourselves back up onto the dock, and huddled in our hoodies. Once again, we dangled our feet in the water and talked about the summer, your family, sports, death and rain. You moved closer to me and laced your hand in mine. An explosion of orange and pink erupted across the sky. I sat with you watching the sunset, thinking that

Headlights shine into my window.  It’s 1am, and my phone is buzzing violently.  In tacky pajama pants and an old t-shirt, I slide into my slippers and shimmy out the window. You’re sitting in your car, a bouquet of flowers in the passenger seat and a smile on your face. I open the door, “What’s all this?” I say.  “Oh nothing,” you reply, “I just thought that I should treat my girl.” It’s cold, so you hand me your sweater. It smells like laundry detergent, sweat and you.  You put on some music, a mix of ****** trap songs. We sing along at the top of our lungs until we reach the all night diner. With your sweater fitting me like a dress, I slide my hand into yours and walk into the restaurant. We get a cozy booth and order every dessert on the menu. Hours later, we’re still there. Sick and laughing from too much sugar, there's nowhere in the world I’d rather be.

It’s dark, and the whole school is here. Girls in dresses, colours dotting the sea of tuxedos. I step outside, a cold breeze relieving my hot and overwhelmed body. My black dress lapped at my thighs, my hair swirling at my collar bones. The beat of the music faded. No longer a heavy bass, a slow, thick lullaby poured out of the speakers. The door groaned as you pushed it open. You were stunning, the suit complimenting your ivory skin. Nervously, you grinned at me. “Would you like to dance with me? I mean, you don’t have to... I just thought I’d ask because I would really like to dance with you an-,”   “Yes, I would love to.” Inside, your hands on my waist, my arms around your neck, you pulled me closer. We moved to the rhythm of the sappy love song purring in the distance. I could feel your warmth, your heart beating. I looked at you and all of your perfection.  Blond hair, blue eyes. Head tilted, you leaned in, your lips soft against mine. My heart raced, I kissed you harder. My hands in your hair, the night was perfect.

My feet are suffocating in the bulky skates. “How do you enjoy this?!” I question, but all I get is a laugh in return. I tried to move, but I lost my balance and tumbled down onto the ice, unable to get back up. I watch in wonder as you glide, easily sliding over to where I’m sitting on the frozen lake. You grab my waist and help me up, trying not to giggle.  You grab my hands and tug me along, instructing me on how not to fall again. I slide towards you, no, into you, clutching onto you for support. Your arms wrap around me, you’re standing surprisingly steady on the slippery ice. I look into your eyes, your breath crystallizing in the air. You half grinned, and leaned in.

It's 11:07 am. I wake up to a knock on the front door. I’m in sweatpants and my hair is piled up in a messy bun. Last night’s makeup still on my face, I trudge along to the door. My house is overall silent, except for the constant click of my dog’s nails on laminate flooring. I unlock the door and swing it open, but I was immediately blinded by the sun. I saw your silhouette. Tall, fit, you stood in my door way, holding a shopping bag. “Hey gorgeous,” you say as you kiss my forehead. I grin and let you inside. We go down stairs, and sit on the futon in my ccld basement. You toss a remote at me as you open the bag. The Mario Kart theme song blares as you pull out the contents. Placing a container of McDonald’s chicken nuggets and a jug of iced tea on the bed in front of us, you pulled me closer to you and wrapped the blanket around us. Tangled in your arms, I fell for you.

Do You Feel Like A Young God?
3:02 am.

You were violently beautiful, a splatter of blood. You painted me red with everything you had, kept me captivated with the glisten of your knife. You were a hurricane, a flawless disaster. You saw what you want and took it, and you wanted me. You were the color spectrum,   an assortment of different flavors and textures. You were everything. Your smoke was a sky, you were my religion. I breathed fire when I was with you. Slowly dripping, you became less. You stepped off the pedestal I put you on and turned your back to me. Your smile was rusty and your lungs were always filled with dope. The colors slowly faded, your eyes slowly closed. Your cold hands no longer longed for me, and conversations were brisk and short. Your red turned to black and you lived in shades of grey. No longer a hurricane, you fell from the sky. No longer a God, you lost yourself. Devoid of color, I never saw you again.