when i saw him first, he was a golden summer dandelion boy, with a too big halo around his head that kept falling in front of his eyes. with that goofy grin of his, i fell right into his life and no intention of climbing out. that is, until my warm sunset boy became my crimson red boy, his blood leaving his arteries empty and joining the crusade of raindrops trickling into cracks in the sidewalk. when i laid there beside him, i tried to push that halo back up onto his head, but the heavenly object disintegrated when touched by my mortal hands.

i cried out to god to help me restore that everlasting smile of his, but his secretary told me he was busy and asked me to reschedule. and then, with the icy sensation of a gun pressed against my head, i joined my lover, my bleeding tulip heart laid out on the pavement boy. and all i could think of as i joined him in this eternal slumber was how much he had saved me from myself.

before him, i was merely a sleepy lavender girl, stumbling through life like a calf in a rose bush, pricking myself with thorns just to get a glimpse of the roses blooming underneath the leaves. i lived in a dream, where the only things i fathomed were wisteria and incense.

and then i found this fairytale boy, who joined me in these dreams, his touch being my new obsession, his eyes quenching my thirst for something more. he was my muse, my honey dripping down the back of my throat boy. i wrote countless ballads detailing the adrenaline rush i felt when near him. i knew i was hopelessly in love.

i would do anything for him, and him for me. we were gorgeous piercing white together, something so bright it blinds even the gods. we were modern myths, dancing through the garden of eden with snakes coiled around our necks, not caring about original sin because we invented it. you can see why the angels would be jealous, they wouldn't dare to be as free and joyful as us. that's probably why they didn't save our desperate love.

that's why as he hit the pavement, there wasn't a cloud there to break his fall. that's why i cried holy water, enough to fill the expanse of the ocean. i bottled it up to give to jesus because maybe he could turn my suffering into wine so i could drown my sorrows. he said he was sorry to inform me that i didn't read the terms and conditions for performing miracles closely enough. they don't work for sunshine boys & moonbeam girls, unfortunately.

so i fell from the throne of lies that god has been keeping in the sky, and i let my tarnished black & blue blood join his warm neon red heart eyes blood in making a trail along the asphalt in this dark and destructive city. we intertwined like our hands used to do, when we were young and believed that love was the only thing that came without a price. we defied the god with the look in our eyes  one last time, and our souls said their goodbyes. it was clear our love was born to die since the sun and the moon don't usually do well in partner work, but we had still hoped like all lovers do.

but we knew in our easily crumpled paper hearts, that if the angels couldn't save us, no one could.