If  I could feel colors,
My body would be red,
Head to toe.
Red for the way I came to a sudden
Halt when you said her name instead of mine.
Red for the anger in my veins,
running through me like lightening.
And red for the fire in my heart ,
burning strong for how much I still love you.

The first mistake was thinking
I was the problem without a solution.
Really he just wasn't the
Missing variable I needed.

She was an open book, waiting to be read,
He had a tendency to skim the lines.
Either way, they never wound up on the same page.

You were iridescent; there were moments
where I found myself breathless, speechless,
dumbfounded by your presence.
And now I have come to a point
where your absence leaves me feeling the same way.