Flash on, flash off.
Incapturable, immeasurable.
Maybe it won't be this way forever
but today, only we can see them. Just us.
Our little human secret.
White dots, bits of erasure
on a dark canvas.
Torches in the solemn night.
It doesn't matter if I pull out my camera
too late, too early.
None of it matters.
Stars, beauty only captured
by the human eye. Perhaps
the last thing to which we can say so.
Raise one last glass to that.
i don't want to love someone
because i'm supposed to
you told me, one night in mid-july.
warm air and sun fading in the sky,
i want to fall in love with someone
i've heard this story a thousand times before.
i've seen it unfold. it started with a glance, became a smile,
became a longing. when i realized it was my turn,
i was too late. no one told me how hard it would be
i can only watch from afar, invisible
a ghost in your eyes, as smoke overwhelms you,
charcoal coating your lungs. i know
it's not what you want. we know
we didn't expect for it to end like this,
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