I don't quite know
what love is

but if it wasn't us
I don't believe it exists

for your taste still lingers
on my lips.

your lips are lit candle wicks

(they burn)

Love is iridescent.
Each love a different color,
a unique essence.

I’ve seen the night’s demise
with the luminescent sunrise
and stood in a downpour
a thousand times before,
but everything I do with you
feels brand new.

I'll always remember your laugh,
and the way you said goodbye
like it wasn't really the end.