The sunshine on your face was blinding. The light reflecting on those gentle amber eyes, crows feet and smile lines… I was only sixteen. So happy, living in ignorant bliss, the youth we took for granted. Joy in your smile and fire in your eyes but I can’t quite recall when the light started to fade. I loved you. I loved you like books I’ve read a million times, I loved you like my favorite TV show, like walking through my neighborhood at four am. I love you like I love dying on the floor. I loved you like gasping for breath in the middle of sobbing. I loved you like the cracks in my bones as I fell from the tallest building I could find. I loved you like I love bleeding out on the floor by my own blade. I love you how I love the whiskey on your breath and your fingers creeping up my shirt as I slept. I love you like tea in the summertime on the wooden wrap around porch we built for our home. But most of all, I love you, like midnight drives, and screeching tires. I love you like headlights, so step on the gas. nothing i said ever stopped you anyways.
Biography: Tis I, James Zimmerman, blessed be my name; I will you to bask in the glory of my trauma. I give you poems and informative writing from my humble HP laptop. You’re welcome.