You could destroy me, if you wanted to.
I gave you all the power, I placed it in the palm of your hands, knowing all too well that you could throw it against the wall, let it shatter to a million pieces on the ground. I gave you everything I have, with the hope that you don't demolish me, with the hope that I'm not left screaming and crying on a Wednesday night. You could destroy me, but the worst part is I'd probably let you.

I know it's not a big deal, that my chest aches and my throat burns when I say your name. It's not a big deal that when you left I could hear my ribcage crack to make room for my heart to fall into pieces in my chest. I know it's not a big deal that you texted me when you were drunk and you told me you still loved me. It's not a big deal because I know you were lying, that the ***** at three in the morning makes you say nice things but also tricks me into thinking that you'll want to spend the rest of your life with me. I know it's not a big deal, but if you could hear the way I scream your name in my sleep, you'd probably give yourself another chance, too.

Dear you,
We've been in a drought for a while and my mom won't let me take long showers in the morning, which I guess is fine except that's where it's okay to cry because I miss you so much. Please call me.

Dear you,
It's been a few months and still no rain, which I don't really mind except for that you remind me of the smell of the pavement after it starts to drizzle and now you're not here and neither is that smell and I think I'm going crazy. Please pick up the phone.

Dear you,
We may still be in our drought but I swear I've cries enough to fill up our empty lake and water all the plants. I left you a voicemail but you never called back.

Dear you,
I saw your mom in the supermarket today. She pretended she didn't see me at first, but we ended up in the same aisle and she had to say hi. I wanted to ask her about you but she wouldn't stop talking about the weather. I guess it's making us all a little crazy.

Dear you,
I miss you and I wish you were here.

Dear you,
I drank enough tonight to forget you. I guess it didn't work because I'm writing your name all over my receipt at this diner and the weather channel is on and I hate you.

Dear you,
I'm tired of hearing about the drought, I know you probably are too.

Dear you,
It finally rained today but I didn't think of you when the water hit the pavement. I guess this is it then.

I don't understand why they compare us to fire and ice because when you went up in flames I didn't die out slowly, I caught flame when you were trying to put yourself out and I burned like your old favorite picture and you were the match. Now I roll up my sleeves when I'm around an open flame and I wish I was the ******* ice because my heart is just ashes of who I used to be and my throat is still burning.

Red is anger, red is love. No, wait, red is disappointment, red is lust. Red is every emotion packed into one punch that leaves you gasping for air on your bathroom floor at two in the morning.  Red are your eyes when you've used all your tears on the boy who never really cared. Red is your face when your best friend stabs you in the back and red is the blood that you swear is dripping on the ground when she twists it. Red is everything you never wanted and everything you still think you need.

You told me your favorite color was orange at least three times, you loved everything about it. I never really liked it much, the fruit or the shade it was, it used to give me headaches. You said you loved the way it was part of the sunset, right before the sun hits the horizon and the colors start to blur, you loved the way it was everything all at once, and in my mind I thought, "just like you." I'd get married in an orange dress if I could spend the rest of my life with you, and I know it gives me headaches when I stare at it too long but you're like the orange sunset and I'd stare at you forever if you'd let me.

Yellow is the look on your face when I tell you I love you, and the color of the sunshine that lives in your soul. It's the favorite color of the young boy who lives across the street from me who brings me a dandelion every time I leave for work. Yellow is the color that smiles back at you on a bad day and that laughs with you on a good one. Yellow is the sun, fierce and bright, like you.