sunsets and skies

I love you in the sense that I will always remember you when I see sunsets

the fire in your eyes as orange as the sunset sky when I told you we would not work out

the skies' faint flickers of red when I felt the blood trickle down my wrists when I unwillingly let you go

the lamp posts' yellow lights as bright as the sun that blinded me when I walked down the street to your house in the middle of the night

the pale, white clouds floating lifelessly on the sky, as lifeless as I was when I realized I had lost you forever

I always remember that sunsets signifies endings, and I remember how 'us' saw its last sunset

it was beautiful,
you are beautiful,

but this feels like hell.