She walked over to him and said, “I need to have a discussion with you.”
“Ok” he said.
“It’s about colors. I hate black. I hate black vehemently. I even hate grey. You know what, I hate blue too. In fact, blue repulses me. Blue is like a traitor color. But I truly hate black. You can put all the shades of grey, black, and blue together and send them all to hell. I hate them all! I even hate ombré!”
“Wow ok” he responded.
“It’s disgusting” she snarled, “I’ll see you tomorrow.” She said goodbye to her colleague as she put on her black coat and walked out of the office at the end of the day.
Can we be together again?
Are you in love with me?
Would you meet me again?
There’s no reason to
Would you ever go back?
It was a waste of time
Did you learn anything from it?
Were you foolish?
Way more than you…
It’s a dry, dull, desolate world where we live. We’re made of thick glass, fragile enough to be broken, and oh so heavy; bound by gravity and layers of weight covering our bodies. You’re like music to me. You’re so vibrant, tangible, and full of bright pastel colors. Your smile pops open and fizzles out a bottle of coca cola in my heart. And your attitude, my god your attitude; it stings me like needles. I need your chaos, I need your crazy. It makes me alive. It’s a risk, it’s an obsession. It’s love.
I never know what you’re up to next, but I like the surprise baby. Surprise me, turn me into a kitty and be a bait. Be tangible, be ever so existent, be real, be alive,
Spin me, berate me, love me,
And never give up on me. I could run for miles on end and never encounter another you. I could live for a thousand years and never be quenched. You see through me like a psychic. We don’t belong in this world so let’s just play in an empty store aisle of a meaningless dull town. I’ve got your spirit, you’ve got me in the palm of your hands. We’ve got everything right now so let’s just be alive. Let’s soar, while the world weighs down.
She can only be so open with someone who loves her so
So when he feeds her this love, she loves in return
Giving back each ounce of it, giving more than what she can give
To keep him alive and breathing;
knowing that she is his sole purpose
his newfound religion, his reason, his addiction
And to touch her, taste her is not a mere wish
It’s a dire need
And the only way to exist
To have been a fearful person who’s holding on to a tilting sail amid a treacherous storm
And to learn to smile
and find the will to heal
Brings in great amount of confidence, and a reassured feeling
That you will rise and own what it is to be,
in your destiny.