You are my most violent Red
and I am your moodiest Gray.
We could paint the kitchen with my gloom,
smear your rage around each and every room
but who really has the time to remodel anyway?

You make me sad
and that's why
I like talking to her
more than you.

But talking to her
makes me sad
because she makes me
happy

and the only person
who should make me
happy
should be you

I miss your kisses
soft yet eager
always wanting more

I miss you holding me
Every part of our bodies
touching each other
yet we were never close enough

I miss the way you made me feel
loved, wanted, and happy.

Love is the way I always come back
even though I shouldn't
and the way
you keep doing things
that will hurt me
just because you'll know
i'll always stay.

Love is the way I always try
to make you happy
and a better person
and the way
you try to make it work,
even if it is just for a little while.

You see,
you are the burning flame
destroying everything in your way.

And I am the ice
trying to heal all wounds.

but I am also the sun,
shining bright.

and you are the moon,
using my light
to shine all through the night.

The first time I fell in love,
it was rushed
and packed away in boxes
and moving vans
and letters never to be seen.
(you still haven't seen them).

The first time I fell in love,
you held my hand
And asked me to be yours
and I blushed and said no
and cried as I left because you didn't know.
The first time I fell in love, it was with a boy.

The second time I fell in love,
it was hard and in a place far away.
This time it was through the computer until I could see you again.
You tried to kiss me and I said no and I left without a goodbye.

The third time I fell in love,
I allowed you to kiss me.
Against a wall,
rushed and cold and watched.
I left that time and you watched and knew
I would be back.

The fourth time I fell in love with you,
it was cold again.
You kissed me against a wall,
but this time I didn't know if I wanted it.
You were sad but you held my hand .
You walked me home.
I asked you to kiss me and you asked if I was sure. This time, I was the one crying when I left.

The fifth time I fell in love with you,
I wondered if I had ever stopped.
I wondered when I had really started
And why I hadnt noticed.

It was your birthday before mine and I spent
that day making sure you knew
just how much you were loved.

Suddenly it was my birthday
and I was there,
with you.
Summer and love always end
but
I didn't believe anything could end us.
We played games and every win
and every lose
was rewarded
with a kiss.

You held my hand and I never wanted to let go.
This time when I left, we both cried.
This time, I didn't fall out of love with you,
I knew and I couldn't stop it.

This time,
when you went away for the summer
I wrote you letters
every day.  
When you came back
And drew away,
I was left confused
but still hopeful.
This time,
I was the one who couldn't stop loving you.

The last time I fell in love with you,
It was with a man, not a boy.
The last time I fell in love with you,
You fell out of it with me.