They're lost and gritty when they kiss for the first time. It's not sweet, nothing about desperation is sweet.
They are broken bones and corpses
and their spines crack
splinter
like hollow reeds
-i-
He hadn't seen her in so long, and then he thinks that he still doesn't see her
that's not her
she was strong when they were children
determined when they were children
and she would never break, couldn't break
because she was Sakura
-ii-
She has bloody fists
bloody lips
bruises blooming
and she is a painting of chaos incarnate
-iii-
He is blood shot eyes and the feeling
of his blood boiling in his veins
he reaches out
searching
she was supposed to be his salvation
-iv-
after all the years
of deaths on their hands and how they can't look in each other's eyes
back when her long hair swayed,
and a blonde boy yelled at the top of his lungs to be noticed,
and a lonely boy, a homeless boy, smirked and thought to himself
maybe he had a home after all
v.
{you can't go back to the past
except in your head
and dissecting your memories only hurts you worse}
so they gather up their bones and their tendons and the weight of exhaustion
and pray to every known god to let them survive themselves