Fleeting Sweetness

You and I.
Walking down the streets.
Hand in hand.
Sunlight gilds your face.

Who are you to choose me. Who am I to say yes or no.

Your every action spells adoration. I soak in your love like sunlight.

Like a thirsty man craves cool water.

But this brightness that you bring...

I can taste its fleeting sweetness, the promise of pain to come.

How can I bring myself to trust it or you?

Stop talking.

Shut up.

Words

"Like a butterfly trapped in amber, I hope these words will preserve this memory" - Wintermute