You were there for me through thick and thin.
Mental support when i needed it the most.

My foundation..
structure..

my happiness..

while it lasted.
my reason for hopeful thoughts on
broken nights.

smart and confident
quirky and thoughtful
sincere and genuine
is what you used to be.
but it soon washed up on the shore of
the ocean that we used to sail together.
time apart is what you wanted but
interaction was what you needed..

nights don't matter. when you're all alone. feels like you're stranded, on an island with no food. the water glistens as the waves crash. you think you hear your name but that's just the man in purple whispering.

you're stranded so he wants your soul. to eat it and drown you in a fire. you're stranded so you cry and sleep alone, and he laughs and licks your tears of blood and black.

he grabs you and rips you to shreds. but you're out in the sea and all you do is scream. you put the pillow on your face so all you see is black. no more purple is what you desire, then all you get is white.

you ask yourself "did i make it out alive?" but the answer is, no. you're dead. then you plummet. what felt like hope disintegrated into rubble... and now... the one blue that became purple, the black you yearned for that formed to white, the red that bled into your mind. it's all...

“...staring at the rising sun as if it were the very dawn of creation. As I walked toward her I had no urge to turn around and see the sunrise myself, for I was already looking at everything I needed to see.”

thats how I looked at her, those very words pressed into my head. Even if she saw herself as a collapsed star, a broken sun is the best one. Luminating clouds of gas, Lustrous colors, all Leaking out of her. She was Star-gazing... but all I could do was stare and watch her fade.

And I hate myself for that. Trying to patch her up only made me a stray comet in orbit, waiting to crash and implode on impact.

But even to this day, although still not as effective, her gravitational pull still attracts me. Even if all those gases and colors of her phase THROUGH me, the contact is what helps me remain.

But you, an asteroid...something so mindless and oblivious to feeling...you yearn?

Of course I do, in a place where there is only black I must be a part of it. But time and time again there’s that color. I fly towards it hoping to get some color of my own.

In the end there’s only gray.

Strikingly beautiful, Luminous and Lustrous colors Leaking. All I am is a martyr. To be of use, whether I am beneficial or a mistake, I’m still there. Only there.

TEMPORARY

Seems to be the right word. I laugh as I pass by each planet. Humorous? No. Painful pity? Yes. Soon enough the gravity I run on will leave me. And all I’ll do is plummet and

BURN

Two Syllables.
Two Letters.
One Heart.
But in two pieces.

Two People.
Two Lives.
One Connection.
But severed.

Like a river
Thoughts flow inside of me
Three Words
Subjective

Like a river
Emotions flow inside of me
Three Words
Subjective

I can't clog it up anymore.