Look at me with your eyes,
Think about me with your thoughts,
But leave to me all your words.

When
    did I become an acquaintance, an object you pushed to the side, only used when necessary?

When
    was I not the first person you texted with news, not the first person you would say hi to in the morning, the first person on your mind?

When
    did you cut me off with rainbow bruises and lightning scars, and the thunder of your footsteps left me alone?

When
    did you create that perfect storm, that hurricane, that took me away, so now I don’t even know you anymore and I don’t even know what I would say to you now?

When
    did you stop loving me and

Why?

The crazy gravity is pulling me upwards,
Towards the birds, away from flying swords,
To see the small, the big, myself perhaps.

You are someone
Who makes an indentation
Even in a heart
Of stone
Your warm smile
Melts away the chill
Of a cold heart
The sound of
Your voice
Makes your
Heart beat
The love you
Have
The love you
Share
Makes the world
A better place

Golden gates in the smog,
That you see only when
You close your eyes.