The sun was on my face
As my hands brushed against the lace
Of my white summer dress.
All the while, I wished for less.
Less of the sun and less of the heat,
Less of my thumping heartbeat.
I bit my bottom lip
And curled my fingers into a tight grip.
It felt as if the sun had taken
Everything and forsaken
The emotions I still wanted.
My vision was dotted.
I felt dehydrated without love,
And I gasped under the sky's blue,
Blue gaze that watched me.
I way dry with no more feeling
That I could hardly keep from reeling.
I wished for rain and wished for less pain.
My heartbreak was not feigned
As I was empty and drained
By the sun's unforgiving heat.
I saw my love but I couldn't bear to greet
That face that stopped my heart
And ripped my consciousness apart.
I had wished for rain,
But I know that I'm to blame
For the drops that fell from my love's face
And disappeared without a trace.
Like rain, it was coming down,
But it didn't rid me of my frown.
It did nothing that I'd fantasized.
And yet, heartbreak is still romanticized.
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.