Wakumii

the girl under the tree he told her about the light, and how it would guide her home. her hollow body wandered endlessly, for what seemed like an eternity. she wondered if someone else had found the light before her, she wondered if she was truly existing. her mind could only handle so much she craved one thing only; the light. soon thoughts clouded her mind, her hope grew dim and so did the thought of him. she sat under a tree her knees tired and weak, she closed her eyes and began to drift towards the sky. she let herself disappear without even a final goodbye. she was too blinded by her own sadness, she could not see. it was he

he breathed me in with his copper filled lungs, silver misted words often glided off his tongue, he looked different, not like other boys, not a carbon copy, he sought himself out to be perfect: he couldn't be sloppy, his bones were made of aluminum, yet he was so brittle, this boy knew he was different ever since he was little, his blood of mercury sought to poison my very thoughts, the very image of him now makes my insides blacken and turn to rot, he warned me of how dangerous he could be, what would happen if our chemistry intertwined, his heart was made of krypton, and I so foolish believed it was safe to hold on, -- he used to speak