Pure as snow
or
a unpainted rose
but
colors that commingle within
like
anything else
because
nothing is just as it seems.

No
not just white
look
with open eyes
look
on the edge
and
in the middle
see
the warm Easter yellow
that
draws blind eyes in
look
towards the end
or
bottom of
see
the light inviting gray
that
brings outs the depth, definition, and shape.

Pieces of art
hung above
in a gallery
titled
Troposphere.

I'm sorry,
I promise
To be
A
Burden
No more.

A fool, a fool I am.
How is sharing my stupid life supposed to help me?
It is only a temporary fix, only a scam.
This pain is stuck with me, it is a guaranty.

Made from the flames of my past.
It has evolved to the point that going to the root is no use.
Intertwined with my soul I realize at last.
Only way to fix it permanently I guess is with a noose.

It is not time for that yet,
so I must deal with this pain, I would be lying if I said it is no sweat.

Stars so small in my eyes,
Yet so truly big you are, my sight sometimes lies.

So small we are,
We who think we have come so far.

Out beyond our sky is never ending black,
Said to be expanding, like it is on a track.

A theory states that the end will bring you to the start,
Kinda like the blood pumped from a heart.

But if the never ending black just keeps going,
What is the area in which it is expanding in, we are unknowing.

Consider the theory of which is like a shape of a sphere,
What is outside the sphere is not clear.

What is beyond the beyond?
No one knows, in which no one can accurately respond.

Though here we are in a world that does not make sense,
We heed it no mind or our sanity would be balancing on a fence.

But here I am as a stare at the stars that are big but look so small,
And I wonder about it all.

You got into my mind.
You, a random guy.
I was just trying to start my new life and you were kind.
I shared with you, a conversation, and since I knew I would probably never see you again I tried not to be my normal shy.

You came into my life once more.
You, my stranger.
I always kept you in my mind but it has such a long time I did not recognize at first that it was you from before.
I thought to meet you again, for you and I to become friends, it must be some sort of fate, a reminder that evil was gone and so was the danger.

You became my support.
You, my most special person.
I eventually let you in because I was falling apart and as I did my best to hide it, you saw and our friendship you did not abort.
I grew more and more fond of you, for you stayed by my side, and with your help I did not worsen.

You became my angel sent from above.
You, the one I trusted the most.
I decided I had to leave for a while to try to get myself fixed for good and you show your support by announcing you had the same feeling for me, love.
I do not really believe in God but if  there ever was a time it would have then because I felt like I was on cloud 9, sorry I do not mean to boast.

You made me a fool.
You, who is a stranger after all.
I tried to keep in touch but with each ignored attempt I felt more like some stupid mule.
I do not understand how one can talk of love but not try to write or try to call.

You gave me love, you gave me pain, you gave me hope to a degree.
You, the one who built me up, then stood aside to let me fall too.
I must tell you that even though your love was a lie, to me it was not, and it was more special because I never would have imagined anyone outside my family could love me.
I must tell you because of that I can do nothing but thank you.

Wind sings through my blinds.
Birds dance synchronized in sky.
Leaves enter stage left.

If I wrote of love, what would I write?
That once upon a time there was a belief.
It was true and pure, it was love at first sight.
He/she stole your troubles, stole your heart, just like a proper thief.

Blue birds will sing and the sun will beam.
Storms will thunder to the beat of your heart.
They will fight off any nightmare and replace it with a dream.
You will grow old together and not even death can make you part.

However fairy tales do not tell you of previous heart brakes.
Fairy tales do not tell you how easy it is to fall for lies.
Fairy tales do not tell you of all the fakes.
Fairy tales do not tell you how many will just use and walk off without any goodbyes.

I still believe though in that once upon a time.
That I will find my Mr. Right.
I will be theirs and they will be mine.
That we will live happily ever after and he will be in black and I will be in white.