I am jealous at everyone who got to catch a glimpse of you/a blur in the peripherals/a momentary flash of red, green and blue.
I think about all the other times you weren’t there in my eyes and I want to burn it all,
Burn it all to ash till there’s nothing left except for an imprint of the only thing I will tolerate in our new, soot-covered world,
Nothing except a perfectly neat imprint of you and me.