Magenta:* like the dress
I wore on our very first date.
Hem, fluttering behind
The awe on your face, in your eyes,
Found something, I wouldn't now find.

Lavender: like the smell
You said intoxicated you.
Face buried deep in my neck
Eyes close, my hair tangled around,
At your fingers' call and beck.

Periwinkle: like the blue of your eyes
Shining like stars in dark.
Bright guides leading the way
Blinded, I followed till the end,
Now lost, even during the day.

Lilac: a single flower
"Because you're the only one"
Crowd isn't needed anymore.
My search ended on you,
Trying hard to be your one, two, three, four...

Amethyst: my birthstone I said
In between your laughter.
Waving it off as "all the *******"
We can't in stones, or lives, or signs find,
Something as simple as our hands' fit.

Violet: like the sky
At twilight that day.
Laying on our backs,
Reaching out with eyes, what cannot be with hands,
A lone cloud, drifting, with a silver crack.

Purple: like everything
I said and giggled.
My pendant, in all hues
The curtains, the pillows and the sheets,
Your shirt, my nails, the slight bruise.

If you fall in love with a writer
Be prepared for heartbreak.
Those writers, they are hopeless romantic.
They love, not just with heart
But body, and soul; They love
With their words, and all things old.
And yet, they do not know often
How to use those words, unless through a pen.
Their silence will hurt you
Not once, but over and over again.

If you fall in love with a writer
There is no happily ever after.
They'll push and pull away from you
Those writers, they'll run and hide.
Then write about you, for you, only you
And arise; But it's a vicious cycle
And you cannot get by.
For some writers do not know happy,
For others, ever after is a myth.
They know their hearts, but not their minds,
I apologize but it is the bitter truth.

If you fall in love with a writer
Be ready to live forever.
You become their only words
And their words become only you.
Pages after pages of them inked
Maybe, a spoken few.
Whether you will it or not
You're their only truth, all else is a lie.
Because as the saying goes -
*"If a writer falls in love with you,
You can never die."

"This is really important to me,
Please stand by me, please agree."

"We will talk every single day,
I am never really away."

"This is not going to change anything,
I promise, this isn't just a fling."

"I love you, you are the only one,
I will miss you, with every rising sun."

"This place *****, I wish you were here,
I'd rather be with you over there."

"I am sorry, I couldn't check my phone,
It's too difficult, and I am all alone."

"I am sorry, I really don't have any time,
Just a few days, then it'll be fine."

"I am sorry, it won't happen again,
I didn't want to cause you so much pain."

"I was out late, hanging out with other people,
It's not a big deal, not worth a squabble."

"This is really tough, should we re-think this?
We both are so busy, is it worth the risk?"

"I think we need a break, some space,
Maybe take things at our separate pace."

"I am sorry, again, I never wanted it to end this way,
I'll always love you, but we aren't meant to stay."