dedicated to FanOfWayTooMuch

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you knocked on my door
and rattled the glass.
you screamed in my ear
as i tried to go past
your heaving breath,
your pull and your shove.
i watched the clouds
ripped to shreds up above.
you were colder than me,
and you dyed the light blue.
sadly, it seems now
that i'm colder than you,
as i turn my back on your
aching, bulging eyes,
praying to someone
you're pulled from the skies
and sent somewhere else.
the air grows colder,
and i feel your hand
as it claws at my shoulder.
your fingers wrap around
my cheeks, my face -
you pull me into
a close, sad embrace.
i hold you tightly,
eyes screwed close.
i feel a tightness
from fingers to toes.
now you're leaving,
and your shoulders droop.
your eyes are much softer,
and your posture stoops.
what were you saying?
but you've left me alone.
the world's a little safer,
but this house isn't home.
i hope that you return,
and you dye the light blue.
who knows? maybe next time,
i'll listen to you.