it hurts.

the scars have been
reopened,
the stars have just
exploded.
I should be
jubilant
but the notes I wrote
just before
have stationed me
unnoticed.

I honestly thought
he was gone
now the pain of
my mistake has
yet again
left me to rot.

but luckily,
he runs to me.
I see him cry, but
tears of glory.
he holds me close
and whispers softly
he missed me
he loves me still
he came back.

and suddenly,
the golden clouds
merge into one
and I see the sun.
the sky is blue
but it only accents
the tiny features
of his face.
my scars are stinging
and so are my eyes
but the golden boy in front of me
is all I need
to survive.

how is this
happening?
it's startling
and frightening.
it hurts, it hurts
or is this
love?
I can't remember
anymore.

"will" I sob,
I choke on tears,
and my arms
find their ways
around his
waist, and I
pull his lips
into mine
as if the sun
gave the flowers
reason to smile
and the tears
dehydrated
the blood flowing
from my scars.

he came back for me.

he came back for me.