Independent.

She was a firework in my eyes.
We watched the sky light up—bursts of color, flashes of brilliance.
But when I looked at her, it didn’t feel fake.
It felt… real.
Like maybe-just-maybe-just-just—just maybe—she did love me.

She always glowed to her,
but under those fireworks, it was different.
It was like she was the firework.
The one lighting up my future.

But I guess I was just too caught up in the spark.
Too delusional to realize the show doesn't last forever.
Because just like that—
Our relationship popped and faded into the night sky.