We met underneath the sun
Half- filtered light rays shading precious diagonals and sunspots dancing. My skin gossamer for seconds before returning to original, dull, skin.
You gave me your hand, and I took it. I didn't notice the emerald crystals on your fingertips. I didn't notice your thumb sparkling jade.
You planted seeds around my heart. Plowing your soil with crescent lips.
And then
You left me under the sapphire blanket of the world
I was the very first Jose Arcadio; chained to a tree, beaten blue by rain and razed aflame by sunshine
Your seeds bloomed into auburn ruby crystals, encircling the perimeter of my heart. Gripping flesh and setting it ablaze. Burning passion, they call it.
You are the villain side of the VFD, the arsonist that robbed the Baudelaires of their future.
Embers burning into my stomach, ashes floating when I speak.
A fire not watched rages. Feelings immolated into tear puddles.
But a boiling pot eventually dries.
We met in geyser vapour. Concealing your true nature, in the middle of Yellowstone's nature.
And now all that is left of you is an ugly black mark branded into my memories.
