Oceans do not do justice
the depths my feelings reach for you.
Whether in admiration, or hatred.
they penetrate the deep corners of my mind
and linger.
Manipulating my once
rose colored glasses, that have now turned green.

The truth is very cold, freezing almost.
Especially once i mistook it
all in an amber hue,
a warm disposition.

Now I see it has always been iced.
dressed in a sad shine
deep cracks, and clouded sensitivities.

I blindly thought we were bursting
in a beautiful fire
dancing on the embers of longevity,
burning for eternities.

I thought the ashes could never catch up to us.
But we were never on fire.

Only I, in a hypothermic solitude
dreaming of a faraway, beautiful warmth
twisted passion:
as a means of an escape.

but these are blooming thoughts,
so treat them as so—
admire their beauty as they continue to grow
slowly but surely,
we will come to know
if our love is a white or red colored rose.

I know you know.
That you can’t say
what you have to.
And i can feel the thunder,
the magma, the gas
boiling inside the whites of your eyes.

I feel the lack
of a feeling i felt when
we were once
dancing on water.

But now we sink.
Deep, Deep, Deep.
Until we hit the bottom.

Soft like glass.
I am doe-eyed,
stuck between the future and the past.

Smooth, transparent, yet fragile
let me fall
and i promise to shatter
all over me
all over you.

Until we are both red-stained,
blotchy
tear-soaked,
and nauseous.

Soft like glass.
I am running
between the future and the past.

Shift.
And your eyes meet mine,
brown meets brown mixes
double the intensity
We are sweet, innocent
we melt in the heat.
Chocolate.
Shift.
My tongue against yours
a minty fresh communion
You are enticing, inviting
you love me freely
Peace.
Shift.
Our voices seem to overlap
more often than not
And it’s freezing
I’m shivering, i’m alone
Ice.

Bug bitten and red
I wrestle with time and
plead with the dead

Give me the answers
for the voices
in my head

Blue and green bruise
i’m shaking with anxiety
before hearing the news

Lead me to a place
of peace
where I can feel free

Scarred, burned, and ******
give my shadowed thoughts
a run for their money.