Love is an endless spell

Pain is necessary

Me: what's your favorite color I asked
Her: red, because I've only seen your eyes after crying
Me: what's your favorite book
Her: my diary, because it only reads what we've been through
Me: what's your favorite number
Her: 3, one because me, 2 because you and 3 because us
Me: what's your favorite lie
Her: forever is, and why are you asking a million questions.. I thought this was date and not an interview
Me: sorry I'm just trying to know you better
Her: then ask me deeper questions
Me: what is your name
Her: (laughs)
Me: I tried
Her: now let me try
Me: shoot
Her: why is your every poem about love
Me: because you don't understand the words, my heart lies in the ink
Her: what do you mean
Me: it's not love I write about, but you

Blue I thought was the color of your eyes
But then I saw you crying
Red is not the color of your love
I don't know why you're still bleeding
Black is the color of my blind fold
Open my eyes so I can see your scars
You've covered them all in make-up
But it's your soul that needs fixing
Beautiful and broken, it's me you're mistreating

In my heart is a garden
Overgrown and bushy
No red roses, only wild orchids and dead petals
You are the tree that produces life, the fruits of all my desires

Inside the memories of a you I never loved
I wandered seeking to be found,
In your lost kingdom crying out
My last tears never found
How can I cry when you don't even bleed
Groveling at your feet, in your broken castle
Blinded to all the damage around, I worshiped the ground  you walked
Followed your every footstep into a different kind of blue
Captain to your sinking ship, I waited for the waves to carry me
And when the current rose, I was washed to a different shore
A land nourished by the many tears you've shed
A ghostly horizon I was Indisposed to stay in
As if from birth I was knotted to suffer from
The pain of your beautiful rejection