when asked your favorite color how do you respond?
"blue! like the ocean"
"yellow! like the sun"
"silver! like the stars"
pink, like the color of your lips and the blush that creeps across your cheeks.
green, like the specks that dot your eyes
red, for the night we kissed in your car, hands intertwined and fingers at our throats.
gray, your favorite shirt.
black, the ink that stretches across your skin, Ive traced these tracks a million times and still get lost
those are the colors I wanted to say.
"I don't know, purple?"

The person who broke your heart, can never be the person who will fix it..... stop looking for happiness in the same place that made you sad... stop looking to be fixed by the same people that broke you.

blue gatorade can’t
erase the potent taste
of cheap ***** but
it makes your lips
taste like ecstasy
transporting me to
a world where i’m
not broken, and
i’m not afraid
to love you.

i want to have
your babies.it’s true.
drunk words.
sober thoughts.
You smile or maybe cringe.

not enough love
in my world.
not enough time
with you.
but what do I know
in a liquor infused
state of mind?

I woke to find that today, the sky is gray
A color of comfort that once layered a cool air
Yet now it's different
It's a mute shade, silencing the colors of the day
The red flags are just flags, and the sun is swollen and tired
I woke to find that today, that music is gray
Melodies and tempos have lost their meaning
Cassettes of meaningless words set on repeat
Birdsong is noise, and speaking is a harsh tone
I woke to find that today, my eyes are gray
I do not recognize the thing in the mirror
It's face forlorn and its body decrepit
There's no hope in those eyes, no joy in those lips
I woke to find that today, I had turned gray
And I could not find some other day

'There's a thousand tales in her scars
And ten thousand words in her eyes
Her heart is big enough for two
But she isn't real
And I can't make her real
She has a love of every man and woman
A care of every being that lives
And eyes that say she needs you
But she isn't real
And I can't make her real
I've made up the stories about her
I've conjured the way she thinks
I've ignored the way that she is
Because she isn't real
And I can't make her real
Am I the only one who sees past the veil?
The only one who looks in my mirror
And doesn’t like what I see
She isn’t real
Because that side of me isn’t real