for the first time,
the past no longer
resembled the
lurking, grey clouds
before a storm
after all,
the heavy rain
the roaring thunder
the strikes of lightning
must be weathered
if a rainbow is to appear

my life is the epitome of extremity.

when i am happy,
i radiate the brightest of lights,
ablaze with the warmth of a continent of fires,
that even the sun cannot cease to compare.

when i am sad,
i disintegrate into nothingness,
water uncontrollably pouring from the shells of my eyes,
incomparable to any ocean ever known.

i am either nothing or everything;
there is no in-between.

some nights,
i cannot imagine a life where you are not mine,
one where my heart does not belong to you.
other nights,
i wonder if i am too consumed by my love for you,
to comprehend what is best for me.

she looked me in the eye,
taking my hand in hers,
our fingers entwined.
"us against the world", she said.
i smiled,
laying my head upon her shoulder,
as we gazed up above to heavens;
an infinite void of boundless possibilities.
"forever and always", i replied.

days
weeks
months
spent crying over your absence.
days
weeks
months
spent waiting for you to come back.
days
weeks
months
spent questioning my own identity.
days
weeks
months
spent pondering my will to live.
days
weeks
months
of self-hatred
until,
one day,
one week,
one month,
of self-realization;
as if your absence could determine my self-worth.

but how can one person
be your perfect dream
and
your worst nightmare
all in one.

imagine a love so deep,
that even
oceans
mountains
skies
cannot compare in depth.
endless in time,
limitless in power;
a love like ours.