chocolate-coated infancy
spilled torn sharkbit souls
hallucinating the
orange-creamsicle sunrise,
mushroomming cotton-candylike.
Sanctified, the horizon
of dog lovers empty,
but leashes lashing the common man,
for he is no icon.

The best magic trick happens in the rain.

I saw a ghost today, he was small and got wrapped around with a big smile on his face. His face was light blue and he screamed like poetry but talk like song. His eyes were always shining with the soul inside him that begged for him to let go—he was staring too much at me until I stopped feeling scared and went away to let him go.

I saw a demon too today. It was red and angry, it was anxious and scared, it was beautiful then not. The demon told me that it never hated anyone the way it hated me, the demon told me that I was too poetic and kind and pure, unlike it. The demon decided to leave me under the thundering sky and the dark ocean, it wanted to **** my candylike heart, it wanted to stop its suffering.

But oh God, I saw an angel today. His smile was the brightest and kindest I've ever seen since that sunset 2 years ago, his cheeks were sweet pink and I kissed his peppermint mouth like a thirsty vampire begging for blood. His smell was soft and calming and I want that kind of aura to touch me all over again.

But after I let go of the ghost, the demon, and the angel—I met you.
I met you after the storms, the hurricane, the thunderstorm and the sunset. I met you when it was frozen and the leaves were falling and trying to reach the ground. I met you when all I could see was tears and angry eyes and broken hearts. I saw you when I was hopeless, I saw you in the rain.

The best magic trick happens in the dark,
As us, we were hidden beneath the table and under the sheets. We were quiet and we kept it as secrets, and not a single word we could say about how we felt those days. We stared at each other more than we ever counted the stars and oh God astrology was your favorite subject. There weren't any "us" but there were a lot of "you&i;'s" and we were still trying to let things go because you were very in love with your angel.
And her,

And she never kissed your neck and apologized for the marks she made. And she
And she never thought of you like the ocean she once lived there, and she
And she never tried to hug you so tight because she wanted to hide the pain she got in her sstomach and let your warmth made her feel safe,
And she never tried to push you with the truths and choke your mouth with her tears and suicide notes and she never tried to hold you in her arms
And for God's sake
She never fell for you
And she never loved you as much as I did
She never left you because she was never scared to hurt you
And she
And she wasn't me.

The best thing happens in the rain, and now we're soaked with your trembling feet on the road and my hands holding you up so you won't fall. Look, you're still reaching for her, "What are you doing? You'll fall" I said. "It's the right thing to do, to love her. It's the good thing to do, I love her" you answered.
And she looks at you with worries on her face.
"You can go with her but I'll carry you everywhere" I said again, you cry. "Please leave, I need you and that's not the right thing to do" and you cut off my hands and let yourself drown in the streets.

But I
But I loved you when it was frozen and the leaves were falling and trying to reach the ground. And her, she loves you when it was frozen and the leaves are falling on top of your lifeless body.

As us,
The best magic trick happens in the rain.