Everyone looks better
Dressed up in black and white
Untouched by the colors
Of the lie they hide behind
You notice every inch of them
From the hue of their hair
To the color of their skin
You can truly see the way
Their eyes reflect the sun
And how they hold themselves up
Everyone looks better
Dressed up in black and white
Untouched by the colors
Of the lie they hide behind.

you spoke in colors
in waves
like spilled ink
i can't seem to wash you off
your waves keep crashing over me
i can barely breathe anymore

you loved me in colors
in waves
like spilled ink
i can't seem to wash you off
but i am no longer drowning
your tide has passed
i can no longer see in color

Ghost of mine
Please leave
Not to another soul
But to another universe
Drift off into the sky
Eventually too small for the naked eye
Leave me
Find another host to dwell on
Find another place to drown
I don't need you
Biting my lip
Clenching my teeth
Eventually trying to find a release
Leave me.
Let me be.

you will never be forgotten.
ever.
your name twisted into metaphors and colors and distractions will forever
be painted across pages and pages of her favorite brand of notebook,
no matter how many she burns
there will always be one she forgot,
and she will only find it once she had almost forgotten you.
she will find the one Papyrus notebook
and all of your metaphors and colors and disractions will come flooding back,
just like how the ocean in your eyes
flooded her heart all those years ago.

I didn't start existing to you, until a moment ago when you started reading the words I am writing.
A random person behind the poetry lines.
A thought turned into an idea to read.
I don't know you.
and you don't know me.
but for a moment we exist together with letters and words scrolling through a white paper occurrence.

I give the meaning, and you illuminate the reason.
A give and take kind of semblance of a relationship.

I'll never meet you face to face, nor will I ever feel your hand in my own.
But for a moment we existed together in harmony.

and it was wonderful!

Plastic liquidation
With god as my witness
The only cure with
A grave land as your living space

This forgotten life style
Left you as a ******
Only to your sick Aids ridden fantasy

Ballooned music maiden
May your curls grow to collapse
A broken hilarity
In an overused vessel