you are red;
you are fireworks; beautiful, searing flames in short bursts;
you are ashes; long dead, but still scorching any who dare lay a finger on you;
you burn.

you are orange;
you are forest fires; wild, and untamed; refusing to be controlled;
you are rebellion; constantly fighting, unable to rest;
you break free.

you are yellow;
you are shooting stars; lying to the innocents; the ones who don’t know your true identity;
you are dandelions; false hope given to the wishes of the young and naive;
you deceive.

you are green;
you are spring; rebirth and new life; hope;
you are home; familiar, blissful ease;
you welcome.

you are blue;
you are hurricanes; angry, violent forces that want to rip the world apart; nothing stops;
you are erosion; slow, patient eradication; none even notice you;
you destroy.

you are violet;
you are mountains; unmoving wonders of the natural world; constants;
you are anchors; keeping those in need safe from drifting; ubiquitous;
you remain.

you are complex.

you are your own canvas.

paint whatever the ******* want to.

the pull from under my ribs
is wanderlust
unsuccessfully convincing myself

that the ache in my soul
is not my red string of fate--
the one wrapped around my heart--

being pulled taut
ripping my organs from my chest  
and breaking my ribs like glass

it is not,
i whisper, not fooling anyone
the distance that makes it feel

like glass shards have taken over my throat
crawling from my mouth
and cutting off my tongue

it is not,
the fact that i cannot hold you
that makes my arm feel as if they have no purpose

it is not,
you being so far from my heart, my arms
that cuts up my insides so fine

please let me pretend,
just for a while longer,
that you being gone doesn't make me feel like a goner

we used to be golden, my love
you were midas, i was your girl
you held me close to your heart
and i glittered in the sun

we used to be golden, my heart
celestial beings, benevolent gods
we ignored the mortals beneath us
eyes only for each other

our fall from heaven
happened all too fast;
one minute i was golden
next you were gone;

perhaps the others was not ready
for our divine, ethereal love
that's why we were exiled from our heaven
ripped from each other, banished from your arms

i felt the silver leave my blood
the diamonds fell from my eyes
my gold is tarnished
i'm covered in dirt

my immortality has been stolen
my wings cut off
you're still ethereal
in an intangible way

my earthly journey has been lonely
and i've learned some things, since you've gone
elysium is a ******* lie and
temporal pain hurts so much

i suppose i shall wait it out
i'll sit here, i'll wait for you
i'll sit here on the terrestrial plane
and wait for rapture to find me again

i will wait, my love
i will wait until the day
we can be golden, again

missing you
permeates my entire being
my arms and legs
my head and neck
do not feel connected anymore

i believe it began in my chest
traveling up my veins
and creating
brittle bones,
aluminum skin

my bloodstream is freezing over
steadily
slowly

until i am made of glass wholly
(i have fallen from heaven
and been made unholy)

i am made of nothing more
than  ice and stone
a statue no longer breathing--
i am no longer flesh and bone

as lonely shards
i litter the floor
until this black hole
has swallowed me whole