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he was a romantic artist i was an awkward poet he was unique i was bizarre he was a rare jewel i was a broken stone he was my wingless jade angel i was his stubborn cloud.
a table was set up in the middle of a frat party but we were the only ones playing you spun the bottle it landed on a lava lamp my friend owned you were my sudden starlight shining so bright that it blinded the sun we roamed around the grassy fields of northern italy whispering sweet nothings to each other's ears being the happiest we can be with honey-colored daffodils swaying in the lavender wind.
my turn i spun it landed on nothing not even a chair or anything you slipped away from me i reached and reached for your hand it was too late you evaporated like summer rain on a small empty backyard you left so suddenly like everything we've gone through meant nothing to you like i was just some dust on your shoulder but i guess i should've known better the devil was once an angel anyways.
you spun it landed directly at me specifically at my throbbing heart i can see it through my shirt waiting for it to burst out any second you played the grimmest tricks on it lead me on a road that lead to nothing but a dead end i turned back but my car had disappeared leaving me no choice but to stay in your cold rotting arms.
i spun the bottle slipped off the table and shattered sighing in relief as i gaze at you "this game was a terrible idea," i admitted half-jokingly, witnessing your eyes twinkle so lightly and the curves of your lips wrinkle as you smiled in agreement.
"yeah, this was bullshit." you scowled. that scowl i've always admired.
"you think so?" i blinked foolishly.
"yeah, why did we even play this in the first place? this was so stupid. i wish we never played this fucking game." the lividness in your voice was as clear as ice, somehow alarming me.
"did you regret playing at the beginning? when we were running on the grass fields?" i tilt my head slightly, my eyes searching for a response.
"no, it was perfect." my heart skipped two beats. three. "until it got ruined by me." my heart sank, lower than the drop i fell on on that steep hill one day.
he was a charming delinquent i was a revolting saint he was a verde prince i had no royalty in my blood he was unbelievably perfect i was flawed in every way possible but he was my lover and i was his.
