To be embraced is to feel another’s warmth

To gaze upon someone who shines so bright you must look away, yet you fail to turn your head

When you witness their eyes light up and think, how can I make them do that again?

“Perfect,” you can’t help but whisper, wondering how you were the cause of that breathtaking sight
You think you would do almost anything to see it again, every day for the rest of your life

Do you deserve to lay your tired eyes on such a divinity? 
Feeling the warmth in your heart, your expression softens, and surprisingly, you have nothing cruel to say

Perhaps this is how it feels when the sun rises

Chasing away the dark inner turmoil of a troubled soul the same as any other dark night

With a valiant glowing light, genuine and brighter than any other, incomparable to even the stars in the sky

Incomparable to anything.

To be loved is to be known

A butterfly cannot see its own wings

Every night, the sun could set, unaware as to how your eyebags have due to its warmth

Oblivious to how lifeless eyes now shone with the reflection of the sun’s rays

What a preposterous thought, you simply won’t allow it
You hardly register what they’re saying, their expression cheerful as they watch the sun set, casting the sky a warm orange with pink hues.

“Beautiful” is the only word you hear from their lovely lips, curving around the vowels in a way you can’t help but find anything but enticing

“Beautiful,” you agree, utterly breathless as you study their face. The lighting casts an ethereal glow, bringing out the color of their cheeks. 

Not even for a second, do your eyes spare a glance to the sunset.

To be loved is to be known, and in every sense, in every aspect, do you wish to know them

To whisper praises to their name, to gaze upon them with adoration in your eyes

Feel as time passes and your hair grows gray, to watch smile lines and wrinkles appear on their contented face

Waking up to two sunrises, one just for you, and one for all the world to adore

Growing a garden with both your favorite flowers. You can’t help but smile when you see your world staring at the blooms

Sunflowers for your sun, symbolizing adoration, loyalty. 

Asters for “I love you,” baby’s breath for “everlasting love.”

Baby’s breath is a common flower in weddings. From their radiant smile, maybe they knew that.

The thought would never cross your mind

That the sun would one day set and never again rise

The sight you’d seen so many times doesn’t ever leave your mind, not for a second. 
Your world, the center of your being, the reason you breathed and lived, so kindly smiling at you in a way you had never experienced. 
A warmth you wanted to feel for the rest of your life, ingrained in your bones, carved deep into the depths of your mind, seeped into your flesh

Could you carry on with your life, the love and contentment settled into your bones drained by the cold hands of death?

Your face rapidly grows pale, as the color so gently eased into your life had been carelessly ripped away
You never believed in God, but even so, prayer after prayer fell from your lips, dry from hours of screamed pleas

You could hardly register the fact that your voice had grown hoarse, almost no sounds leaving your throat despite your attempts

The light in your eyes had been stolen, along with the source

You distinctly remember your partner scolding you as they reminded you to take care of yourself

Pleas turned into curses, because how could a supposed ‘god’ send down an angel of your own, then tear them away?

The time that passes is all the same, every second weighs heavy on your shoulders

Your co-worker cracks a joke, and your lips don’t so much as twitch

The bags under your eyes have grown heavier than ever, accompanied with scars from rubbing at your tears

It’s strange, you want nothing more than to sleep eternally, yet you cannot even sleep temporarily

Instead of staring at your sun, you now gaze up at the moon

Not for a second, does their face ever leave your mind

Rather than the familiar feeling of motivation and adoration coursnig through your body, you feel nothing but a hollow emptiness

You wish you could care and tend to your shared garden, but you don’t have the energy anymore

In a funeral filled with black and gray, you can’t help but think, if they were still here, they’d bring about color

You wear red

You leave sunflowers on their casket, asters on their shrine, and gift baby’s breath to their family, knowing they would never be able to attend the wedding of their child

Alone, you watch your first sunset in months, the red of your blood bleeds into the red of your attire, a silver blade pierced through your heart

It wasn’t your heart anymore, it had long been theirs, and it would be for eternity

You hazily think that the weight of the blade in your heart could never compare to that of the matching diamond rings in your pocket

The world did not end, but the sun would never again illuminate the sky.

My apologies, stretched on longer than I thought. This is my first attempt to writing in second person. :) Wanted to write like a mix of a poem and a story told, ya know?