bright colors
aren't for movies anymore
the water make noise
even just for me
and when i look up
clouds aren't stagnant

i can remember
i can relearn

the bright colors
the sound of waves hitting concrete slabs
the ivy behind the gate that doesn't have to choke like most other does

bright colors
warm clouds
cold stones and ragged peaks
that don't - can't - cut me

keys are tools not weapons
and this pen is not designed for bleeding out

fill me
soft petals
red coral
feel me

bright colors
stilled feet
tender flames

all mine again