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Love

You see me. In front of you I shed my perfectly sensitive skin scale by scale and lay skinless. My bones crumble away like chunks of shortbread and I resemble something of a puddle with a heart shaped brain pulsing against your skin.
You're a constant, a body of concrete, a dish with a hole the shape of me.
I want to evaporate into your chest.

The Last Return

Sadness.
The colour of honey in his eyes now comes with a bitter tinge of sadness.
How could the universe allow his heart to bear the pains of this world when the pink blush on his cheekbones tells me he still possesses the pure and delicate love the rest of us left behind in our distant childhoods, or maybe never had.
I want his sadness to leave his face and come into mine. If that means his love can stay in the light that sheds from his honey coloured eye.
Sadness.
The red muscle pumping blood in my chest, the colour of a puzzle of missing pieces. He, everyday further from my reach, and another missing piece falls into place.
How strange it is, to create, a whole puzzle that is not there. How strange it is that because of his missing, there isn't even a there anymore.

He sits silently, looking at his feet. I swing as if the sadness falling upon us is not a big elephant in the park. But we know it is. Because his eyes become darkened when he says: "Really, I'm fine"…