i am looking
for okay
in all the
wrong places

all of our memories
are reconstructions
of things
we think to be

maybe that's why
i thought
we'd always be a
we

Colors are just colors
What's the point
of hiding the rainbow
in a world full of grey?

i deserve
someone
that will
at least
say
goodbye

hit me
it would sting
less
than you
walking away

yell at me
it would be
quieter
than you
avoiding my eyes

**** me
it would
be more
merciful
than you
pretending you love me

you wore my
blue flannel
and i wore my
smile

the lines of decision are thick
and if i cross them the wrong way
i will be entangled in the threads
of a life unlived

but if i stay here
on the other side
i risk not knowing
what life is at all

so i'll pluck them
like the delicate strings
of a lyre
hoping to strike a harmony