it was first plain
black itself
then bright gold
that depicted your inside mind
then red
the colors of autumn
blue came
and I fell in love
it was your best version
your locks keep me content and lively

when broke happened
and pages bled
out of order was read.
we'd been slowed down
and our best things
were downsized.
I've no clue what to do
with these memories
as the past violently
asserts itself.

you can refuse to look up,
to look back at this unknown person
who made you grow for them
and you will thrive
because you are more
than what you felt like.
you can now enjoy time
as it goes by.
you can now learn to
grow for yourself.

all things start out simple
with a simple mind
in a simple place
a shadowed aura
disrupts light
with a twisted impact
it simply didn't matter
that it was not enough
how simple became complex
and killed us

pressed oil
is blended well
with the shades of bruises
and highlights of yellow
the luminous objects exist
with space in between
but connected by imaginary green
made of circles that won't end
my favorite artist
has inspired me