Violets
The word tingles me
Somehow.

I don't know
But it feels weird.
To me
Violets roses are
Definitely more beautiful
Than red ones.

I feel like
Everything is a metaphor
Including you.
You're violet
And you're more beautiful
Than the blood running
In my veins.

But then
The sky is black at night
And violets
Would be swallowed.
Influenced.
You'd turn into black
Even if it's only for the night.

Metaphors inside my head
Irrelevant, illogical.
I imagined you
Turning into a radiant violet
Rebirthed at dawn
Majestic.

I don't think
I'd ever quit
Loving you.

I feel like
My chest is bursting out
Whenever I think
About your flaws
And your perfections.

'This is *******.'
I told myself
So many times
'Why would I love someone who'd never love me?'

This poem
May be mainstream
Simple.
But this simplicity
Hurting me every day
Devours me every night.
Killing me every morning
Hunts me every dusk.

The beautiful sky endures the rain
The stars above continues to faint.

Fragile hearts were torn apart,
But at least
None of us lost
Our precious shards.

Darkness dwells, emptiness fills,
Losing like hell, missing your kiss.

We were made to climb the mountains
Instead we run around the fountains.

Love was strong this time of night,
Without you here, I'm in fright.