i tried to write you a love song
but that sounded a whole lot like pain,
reliving it every single time I take the stage,
it didn't seem worth it and so the only word that made it on the page was
"You.."
i trailed off, traveled backwards in time and remembered how many times i tried to write it before,
how many different color combinations it took to decide
that i just didn't know then how to say that your voice when you sang under your breath was the color of the longest sunset i can remember,
     the touch of your slender little fingers as they traced my lips was the color of a glacier before a single drop has melted from it,
  the smell of your hair was the coffee-or-blood stain on a letter I never gave to you,
i just didn't know how to say that because you were too bright of a light and i went blind, couldn't see the colors,
or maybe i just didn't want to open my eyes
and find the culprit for these dead lovers,
the shameless killer of Forever,
the black and white that stole my sight was a little golden cross on a little golden chain that
  you hid between your ******* and you kissed it instead of me every night.
  i'm happy that you found your savior
but I promise you that his white robes are stained
i could have shown you brand new colors or written you a thousand little songs, but now
it just sounds a whole lot like pain.