vibrant red
not flashy, but bright bright bright
it's you surrounding me and holding me in your warmth and i could never ask for anything more than this
than being in your arms
there is something so wrong, so dreadful and so so wrong about the color orange
it is the color of his smirk and her touch and her touch and their power trip
an orange shadow is cast across my past like it is burning like it is burning like it is burning in the hell it so deserves to be
it is the color of a guilt trip
of that bridge she lied about oh she lied but it scared me so bad because i knew if she jumped it would be all my fault
and maybe i knew she was lying
but maybe i wish she wasn't
you're teaching me what it's like to love the sun
yeah it still gets in my eyes and yeah it still burns my skin but i think i can set that aside because now he makes me think of you
this is a blanket
it is so soft and it is all that i need
i used to have a friend who was green like you
but also not like you at all
they were envy and malice
you are the fields during spring and summer
leaves
getting fucking baked
and the swaying blades of grass
you flush them down and keep me safe
mirrors and oceans and the sky behind the stars
i write enough about myself, must there be more?
there will always be more and there will always be a reason to ignore it
you dress yourself in blue
thank you for that
somehow the romantic poeticism of purple seems to escape me
or perhaps it would better be defined as irony?
for it is not only this coming to a close,
but it is also you and i
loose ends
