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.