Darkness, shame, self-hatred,
All that was within me.
We each created a siloed world,
Of such intensity,
Where glimpses of happiness
Were enough-
Fleeting, shooting stars
the only possibility.
We tore our hair out
Trying to find truth in one another,
All the while avoiding
the very hearts that led us there-
There, by the edge
Of the hill near your parents' house,
We dug holes for our last goodbyes
Before our souls even got the chance
To roll around in the grass
The way our bodies once did...
One summer, one year,
One life ago,
I took the last photo
I would ever take of you...
And you looked so complete.
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