Collisions

Author's Notes: Written last May 22.

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And while they might say,
we were dots in the universe,
no one could quite deny
there was a universe in [us],
when we took each other's hands
and ran through the gates of hell
until we couldn't breathe.

We scoured the skies
and found a story for each star.
Breathed life into the flowers
and cracks in buildings we would see.
When we took the world apart
through each other's eyes
and put it back together
until we couldn't see the lines
between your world and mine.

And all you ever wanted to do
was save the people falling off rooftops
while I would kick them off again
to teach them how to fly.
And when the rooftop cleared
we'd sit and talk for hours
until the skies went through every color.

Because dear, you made the world explode
with laughter and sparks and wicked dreams
and life became my favorite artform.
Where we'd laugh about their sanity
and smile when people called us crazy.
Flip off every single one of them
who didn't believe we could change the world.

Darling, sometimes our collisions
will be uncontrollable, and clumsy.
Without any semblance of grace.
Sometimes they'll be explosive
or they'll fly
and stain the clouds with stories of us.

But they'll always,
always be whole
When you reminded me
how we connected so well.
And our collisions will always
always be breathtaking.