When I'm near you I'm anxious.
At any moment I can explode.
A coloration of floral hues printed across the sky,
Covering you; the night.
Appropriately expanding.
A sizzle awaiting detonation.
Catapulted high.
Nothing to do but fall.
Fall in love with you.
Plummeting down unable to sit still.
Your hand the stripe that surrounds me.
Stars; echo in a crackle.
Change is inevitable.
The glory of being held close,
Counting every second until we burst into pieces.
Wandering around your essence.
Wandering in turquoise yellows & purple strawberries exhaled in smoke.
The moon forever jealous
Every night July everlasting.
The closer I get to you

Fireworks break up the sky
like shattered mirrors

I'm always chasing mirrors
deep into the sea floor and far above,
they evade me

You would, too

But suddenly I'm the most approachable person in the world

a cigarette parts my lips
but doesn't part me from this cruelly inescapable world

foiled again, I give a bystander bumming a cigarette this token of acquaintance

I hope he manages to escape


Fireworks break up the sky
but they're supposed to unify
They deepen my loneliness always

enjoyed in groups,
people multiply

And I drown into the sea,
in the sand,
in the reflections of my mirrors

A glow bracelet shackles me to reality
My plan to escape shatters again
I have mirrors
But bystanders have mallets


Fireworks don't break up the sky
they fly
in puffs

and in the puff of a cigarette
I am gone again

voices of glee
remind me I am lonely

I'm crying but not for loneliness
for I am never truly lonely

I am surrounded by mirrors always

I cry because I cry,
I don't always know why

I chase these mirrors
but I never see reflections
or answers

Is it glory?
beauty?
appreciation?

I cry because it's momentous
a girl loves a moment in time,
anytime

Mirrors trail down my face

Fireworks break up time and space

I cease to exist
but I feel whole

as if my existence is exactly this
reflections, fireworks, and a wish

i wish i could be with you
not necessarily for the celebration
but for the beautiful fireworks

the sparks

admiring you

admiring them

but instead i am admiring you
from afar
and the sparks fly between us through text message.

next year i'll be with you my love,
next year will be our year.

A.B

We started it all from the bottom.
We were full of color, joy, and excitement.

People cheered at the sight of us.
But then there's the massive explosion
that leads to an end and made people
wonder, “why should it end so soon?”

I know why.
Maybe because we got it all wrong.
Maybe because we were not supposed to move up so quickly like fireworks on New Year's Eve.
Or maybe because you and I are not suppose to be together at all.


—dbnzvrt

and when you say my name
i hope it burns like whiskey in the back of your throat
i hope it rips at your insides
just like you did to mine
because you kissed her
after you had spent the night kissing me
you took me out to a movie and dinner
then ****** me beneath your sheets
only to go to a ball game the next day
to watch fireworks, explode in the sky
and the whole time she was sitting by your side
kissing you and staring into your eyes
you sat and told me you loved me
that i was the girl of your dreams
that you would never do anything to hurt me
you wrote it with your lips onto my skin
etched it into the depths of my heart
your name flowing through my veins
only for me to find
that you've been telling her you loved her too
etching the same words into her heart
telling her that she was your world
that is was she who made you happier than you've been
in a long, long time
you had to decide between both her and i
two girls with ocean eyes
and when you chose her
my heart died
and here i stand a half of a whole
with no idea where to go

Oh, the million
Fireworks that explode in
My heart when we kiss.

I'm sitting on his shoulders, looking out at the rest of the dancing crowd.

The music puts a spell on the evening.

I breathe happiness, pure joy.

Have I ever felt this free?

My hand fits perfectly in his.

We dance our way through the crowd of happy people.

Such a magical night.

We sparkle, just like the fireworks.

The night belongs to us.

My tall stranger and I.

He tastes like tobacco and beer, just like me.

Tonight we belong together, I feel proud to have him by my side.

I'm sure I will see him again soon,
my tall stranger