all that is shiny, all that is sweet,
the rhythm of the road under the car,
driving aimless beneath the stars,
as orange lights up the street.

all that is warm: your summer smile,
your hand on my leg (over my skirt).
innocent touches, but god it hurts,
as we keep on driving for miles.

when i look back, all i can see
is the way that i looked at you:
swathed in perfection, honeyed blue,
like a dragonfly hung from a tree.

i didn't even notice the flaws,
but you're losing grace now, fighting day,
scratching around for a reason to stay,
and i cannot say 'because'.

why didn't you love me? was it my fault?
but still, you could have been kinder.
your touch is now just a reminder,
like the sea leaving imprints of salt.

all that is bright, all that is clear:
now i drive alone at night,
watching the sky losing light,
without wishing you were here.

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a/n: hello it has been a while! how are you all doing :D