black for the night at the edge of the earth
silver as the light of each day's rebirth
white in the fog of our clouded minds
pink like the loves who left us behind
blue for the calm hiding before the storm
red for the fury in which we can transform
grey for the knowledge best untold
gold in the hopes and the dreams we hold
green in the envy and promises untrue
violet like the fear of losing you

your heartbeat is a waltz
your broken voice a melody
your loyalty’s a fault yet
your valor is your legacy

when did I stop being afraid of the dark?
was it when I got older
and grew out of the childish fears
of horrible beasts and unseen ghosts?
was it when I decided that
I could take on the zombies and witches by myself?
or was it when I realized
that the only monsters
in this world
look and sound
like me?

I thought of you when you were gone,
and when the day became the dawn,
I followed you from hazy dreams
and into mornings in-betweens.

I swallowed pride and guilt and rage
and then I turned another page.
I closed that chapter of our lives
and said my one of few goodbyes.

I always thought that I was made up of storm clouds and pouring rain:
lightning strikes and rumbling thunder.
I'm the kind of weather that isn't subtle;
the kind that either comforts
or brings fear.
some people find the rain soothing
and the lightning awe-inspiring
and some people are shaken by the thunder.

maybe it’s not about saving the universe
or getting the glory.
maybe, at the end of the day,
the only thing that matters
is getting home,
feeling safe in the arms of someone you care about,
and knowing that you don’t have to fight anymore.

they were holding onto each other
as if their centers of gravity
were located somewhere other
than the ground beneath their feet.