SMALL TALKS

sunset.

tell me; did it hurt you to see me leave?

when you were stood on the sidewalk with your three friends who deemed themselves most loyal to you (even though they never loved you) glistening peach and amber under a melting golden sky, watching me walk away for the final time; did it hurt you to see me leave?

that heated night back in June when the sky was ablaze with the sunshine's tears, after you had hid yourself away under many layers of jackets (you always hated summer) the rays still managed to kiss your skin and spit a dusting of freckles across your cheekbones, and I would've admired this if you hadn't been telling me to move, I was blocking the view of the sunset (you never even found sunsets pretty) and it was enough to make go home; did it hurt you to see me leave?

laying under a frozen sky, stock still with stars and dusty clouds that grazed the skyline, your mind was intoxicated and the pieces of your jigsaw puzzle had been ripped apart, there was no clear picture anymore (not that I could see) and especially not when you were dripping in the icy cold water of the sea, regret that you'd ever shook my hand written all over your face, it was screaming out your veins as we yelled at each other, swearing to not so much as even think of the other ever again; did it hurt you to see me leave?

and here we are, for the final time, stood side by side, silence pounding against my ears. I told you about how when my knuckles had kissed your cheek I had felt closer to you than I had in a long time, it felt softer than your lips on mine, because you never truly meant for them to be there, did you? you admitted to them accidentally falling on me, and I cried with the wind as you unwound your heart from mine, my knuckles still singing from when they scorched your skin.

and as you walk away, try and tell me you won't think of me in everything you do/ everything you say/ everything you touch, for everything you are was in some way grazed by me (you soon referred to it as everlasting poison flooding through your veins) and even though I didn't grow you, I helped tame the vines, and we grew together for some time; we just wasn't meant to be a forest.

don't try and tell me you won't think of me the next time you see a sunset.

you'll find yourself wishing I was there.

- if all you ever was doing was bleeding crimson and amber toxins into me, then I knew I'd do much better off without your sunshine colours running through my veins.