I took your love as a grain of salt.
Now that you have left.
All I want is a sight of art and
To sit beside you
I understand that pain is relative.
But I know the part I gave to you
Is something I can't give to anyone else.

I was so caught up in the art of giving away
That I misplaced myself in the cardboard boxes at the end of the driveway

A shudder of emotions pass through every fiber of me
As she passes by me with a benign smile, I enjoyed it as if it fed my soul.
The warm tone of your words in perfect harmony with your voice spoke of a love that would never die. I like you too **** much. Thought I'll always be in a good space with you. Not talking to you makes me uneasy, mismatched breaths as I whispered to the moon "I love you, still".

I don't want to get into battles that are not worth my time. My energy is limited, I can't waste it.
My heart and mind are in a constant rhubarb of indecision. Where indecision ends, living will surely begin.

I saw a unicorn in Nirvana, dripped in all colors of the rainbow. It had me seeing different shapes and colors like I'm in a kaleidoscope dream. It gave me hope. I promised to give my days and the treasures of my mind. The bit of magic that lives within my soul.