Remember remember the fifth of November.

Remember glistening fury and violent light, iridescent agony soaring into black abysses, orange green and blue mixes with stars in a display of panicked serenity.

Gunpowder treason and plot.

Light a fuse and set me ablaze, every fragile thought a shimmering time bomb ready to explode into dancing convulsions, let flames lick at my ribcage and let my heart smoulder. My words commit treason upon my heart. My brain spasms with busts of rainbow paroxysms and my fingers are blistering sparklers.

- Set my entire being afire and watch me implode in a beautiful display

Very seldom do things happen instantly,
But we were an exception.

A firework of heart-burn and sparks.
Exploding fast, happening all at once.

We left nothing to chance,
and instead found a pure, thrilling, bliss.

Exhilaration without hesitation.
A leap into nothingness without fear.

And we ended just as quickly as we started.
We didn’t fade to black like rolling credits.

Because our love wasn’t a movie.
It didn't have time to development into a meaningful plot.

We were there, and then we weren’t.

The fireworks
that you used to
make burst
in my heart
has now turned
into a dull ache,
waiting to be lit and sparked again

her kiss sparks fire,
the gunpowder in him flares;
triggers quick fireworks.

As the fireworks beautifully bloom in the sky it was a bit lonely
It’s funny how the wind blows along with time

As I held your hand during that night you smiled at me
It’s funny how I never smiled back and just cried

As I pull you close into an embrace you started to fade
It’s funny isn’t it, you were leaving away

As I tried to put back the pieces of you
It’s funny I never did

As I remember this memory
It’s funny, I’m crying now isn’t it?

As long as I can still recall the note you left
It’s never funny that you gave up on the life you lived
And that carved in me so deep.
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