I met a boy folding love letters into balloons.
And he never looked up to see the sun shining on his beautiful face.
His blue eyes stung every red shaped note.
But never did his hands turn away from love.






I fumbled on a sentence.
And I watched a balloon tremble from fragile fingers.
Into cloudy run down skies.
And never did blue eyes look so sad.




I asked him why he was writing love on something that could easily float away.
And for that moment while the sun shone through dark skies.
His eyes smiled blue skies.







“Then I never have to know what it feels like to hurt.
Just the thought of loving but being able to let go so easily.
No strings attached.
Just a simple note that says everything. That can mean nothing at the end of the day.
Flying so easily into the sky like a balloon. Always being free. Being able to let go.”






I looked at him and cried for a moment.
Knowing that I loved him for all his truth.
And with his fragile fingers.
He wrapped every love note on around my wrists.





And promised to never let go.






But as I floated to parting gray skies he didn’t try to grab my hand.
And as I choked on air I saw him walk away.
Knowing I’ll never know how to love again.








Knowing that love was never meant for me.
Something so easily destroyed is something not meant to be created.























And as my lips parted to scream.
I fell.


















Knowing that the end of the day.





















It all meant nothing.

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