We were meant to fall in love

With the colors

of the summer sky

& the sound

of the singing sun.


We ensnare ourselves

In the shades

of loveless fiction-

allowing ourselves to be enticed

by the pretense of adoration.

It’s difficult,

but at least attempt

to remember that

People disappoint

Places don’t.

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