i am the book
left unread

i am the book
that remains on the shelf

i am the book
surrounded by books with prettier covers

i am the book
dusty and worn

i am the book
you picked up from the shelf

even though im worn and broken
you still want me.

blue
blue is the colour
of your deep and passionate eyes
which hold pain in every glare
they were the colour of the sweet sky
the colour of the deep ocean
you reminded me of the ocean actually
because when you kissed me
you always came back
no matter how many times you left
like the ocean
comes back to the sand
no matter how many times it goes away

red
red is the colour
of the wounds on your arms
from the pain in your past
crimson red is the colour of the blood
which pours from the cuts you make
when you're alone at night

yellow*
yellow  for the happiness you feel
when you're in my arms
and the perfectly formed curve
with is always on your lips when im around.

we were summer
we shone together
we saw the light glowing off each others
sharp but elegant aura.

now you're winter
cold and disturbed
you left me
you just left me
to freeze over

i remember
when you said
you'd always be there
to hold my hand
to some what comfort me

but

you left me
without a word
you left with cut up pictures
which once had you in them
smiling

but now you're a memory
i still tear petals from sunflowers
to determine whether you still love me

but when im alone at night
i think about how we used to be
and instead of tearing the petals from those pretty flowers
i tear myself part, wondering
why you left me.

death  
/deTH
the end of the life of a person or organism.

death is a splendid thing
you can escape the world
filled with cruel words
by insecure teenagers
insomnia filled nights
left worrying about the future
the definition of death
states that its the end of the life
of a person or organism
but when we die
we become memories
so to say that it is the end life
is wrong
because
if our family members or others remember us
then we are alive.

you were like a cigarette
something i had to hold so delicately between my fingers
otherwise you would drop
fall and break in two
and i wouldn't be able to fix your precious soul
when i light you up
it took tiny words
and split seconds to watch you burn
and as you burnt
small pieces of you fell onto the rough pavement
and if you waited long enough
all that would remain of you
was a shell
a shell of your former self
and pretty soon later
you would wish
to be buried 6ft under
with pretty flowers
each with a death defying fragrance
with us surrounded by your grave
whispering sweet words to your soul

she was like flowers in the garden
she was beautiful
but flowers have to wilt sometime
like she had to die
and she knew her time was now.