some people

cut themselves
with knives

burn themselves
with cigarettes

I am not obvious like that
I think instead of act

an inner dialogue
like chess

I set traps for myself

I gave to you the color blue
I drew it from the sky
I picked the flowers of the field;
red roses, yellow daffodils.
I made a lovely palette
with the brightest color-swirl,
And painted you a picture
with the colors of the world.
For me, you took a rainy day,
you handed me the darkest grey,
but told me it was green

“I’m not letting go”
You say, with a distant glance
As your fingers slip out
Of my reaching hands

"i'm jealous of the rain that falls upon your skin. it's closer than my hands have been."

grab my hair
and touch my skin
breathe my air
and let me in
whisper softly in my ear
that I have nothing left to fear
cause time has left
and so has place
just you and me
floating through space