ultraviolet;
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she was radioactive. she was alive, but in more of an electrical sense.
she struck like lightning in the minds of those who adored her, and shocked like static in the minds of those who didn't.
she was the fire way beneath the earth, she was the light on the other side of the world when night fell on her soft little town.
even in the middle of the day when the sun shined the brightest, you could still see her spark; you could still somehow find undiscovered illumination simply just in the way she smiled.
she was bright and full of electricity; yet he dulled her light. she saw him, and the world grew darker; her light faded, her smile dimmed, she no longer illuminated the world she once grasped with magnetic force.
she loved him so much, but because he didn't love her back, everything about her was darker.
she was no longer the light on the other side of the world, but rather, the pale moonlight of her hometown when light did in fact shine somewhere else.
she was the faint reflection of light on the snow when there were heaps of ice coating the ground, and the sun peeked from behind its place in the clouds.
she was a cloud, of sorts; a grey rain cloud. she rained tears of salt and pain when he broke her heart, but blushed colors of crimson and pink when he caught her attraction.
she was a storm; she was full of light but more so of darkness, and he was the one in control.
she somehow, still, never lost electricity.
she always had a radioactive spark.
YOU ARE READING
sincerely
Poetryhonestly just a book of love letters at this point. i mostly write about one person but heyyyy i mix it up sometimes. the earlier poems aren't my best wok but they progressively get better.
