i wear fragments of your courage like opalescent gems in my fake-gold crown the nicknames you gave me (little foot, skittles, doodle bug) tangle in my hair like the unruly jasmine vine that climbed the lamppost in the weed-flower front yard of our childhood home
the scent of your voice is warm and cinnamon on my lips and the chime of your laugh tastes tinny on my tongue but the darkness, when you’re gone
burns beneath my fingers caustic tears on my cheeks
let me build you a sun a fiery, organic rocket a scorching kingdom for your flares and your redhot, scathing dreams with all the angst of the raven’s Plutonian Shore and a heart that beats blue like the eyes of the moon as she pulls back the waves over the earth like a blanket of petals and stars I’ll bake you a sun with my paltry hands and my trifling arms and I don't mind if I burn in the haste of your fantasies or in the pyre in your glowing eyes or if I char in the wake of your luminosity just let me build you a tomb star let me build you a sun
It was a risky move, and I knew Everyone wouldn't understand, but I felt compelled to bring No One to Jamie's party.
We planned the perfect couple's costume - ice cream and hot sauce - which we knew would make Someone laugh (she's always had a great sense of humor). I didn't even care that Everyone refused to acknowledge my date. That's a lie, I cared a lot, so I grabbed No One by her saucy hand and twirled her like a music box ballerina until we collapsed to the ground, perfectly out of breath.
I tried not to see Everyone pouting in the background as Someone waddled over, smiled, and helped us up. I squeezed my date's hand and she giggled and I chuckled back.
That's when I realized just how much I loved No One.
In fact, Time didn't make eye contact with him once all night. She clung like a needy child or a spider monkey to her new boyfriend - Chad or Charlie or Chunk or whatever his stupid name was, that guy everyone hates but is nice to anyway because he's got lots of money and talks kinda funny. So he tried not to stare at Time, tried not to be jealous of Chad's hand holding Time's hand, tried not to remember when he had Time all to himself.
When he left the party early and alone, somehow he had more time than ever, all to himself.