You explode into a swirling mix of smoke and sparks when you are entranced by the potential or actuality of love
a beautiful firework,
bright and confident,
bringing pleasure to both yourself and the world around you.
But when love ends?
You explode as well, only internally,
burning up your happiness, your dreams,
leaving behind a smoldering, uninhabitable mind full of doubt and loneliness.
About the Creator
Lizzy Gabrick
I spent many years reading and writing in my adolescence but have found inspiration has lapsed since I have become more settled into my adult life--a career and marriage. I look forward to changing that and sharing my creations with you.
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A minute. Sixty seconds to say goodbye. That’s all the time that I had left with him as the needle slid into his leg. I stared into his drooping eyes, looked at the blood-tainted saliva dripping from the corner of his mouth. They said that this was the best thing that we could do for him, a last kind act for a best friend…but if that were the case, then why did my heart feel so heavy?
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