I have heard a heart
drop and a
heart burst,
but I've never quite felt
a contraction
or inflation
as red
or
as full of life
as you.

You are blue
in an ocean
that never knew.

Yellow paints
the sun,
and your hips,
too.

I gather flowers
in valleys,
blooming without
any stems
for you.

It's funny how the heart can
eat away at organs like
a starving, rabid dog.

Your corroded liver
and decaying lungs
are contagious under a false pretense,
my dear.

Your skin reveals
the true hue of that
which makes you be.

You bleed nothing
but grace.
You slow nothing
but a perpetually accelerating pace-

and the ability to slow time
is not an abundant quality.

For you, the world is shrouded,
and such a distorted vision
is nothing to relax about;
I want to see the heights of
towering playground equipment
in your eyes.

You deserve nothing less than
all of the water in lakes I have ever seen.

You deserve nothing less
than continents
encapsulating the altruism
of each
fragile,

timeless,

exhalation.

you are but a single spec of dust
and yet you are
every particle that my eyelashes
have ever deflected
out of some
(probably false)
sense of defense
and mistrust.

the contrast
has never broken
the ice sheet that covers
my bones and organs
so sharply,
so warmly,
so comfortably

moving mountains
has become simple
with the oxygen and hope
you generously give me
in each blink
and
velvet
touch.

A pool of mysteries,
centered by abyss of doubt.
Beautiful red lines criss cross,
the white brings out the beauty in them.

Her black orbs beautify her the most.

The day I lost him,
drop by drop,
My heart aching,
my brain conflicted
and body helpless.
I watched as he looked at me.
A smile escaped his lips,
and he left me a dying message
"My love, live for yourself, don't try to satisfy this greedy world."
With that his eyes closed.
Each day I replay those moments,
wishing I could save him,
only if I could rewind time.

The little white beauty,
The world she wanted to see.
Inspired by her deceased father,
She wanted to become a doctor.
But alas, the society
Shattered all her aspirations.
All her dreams caged,
Till she was aged.
Her heart suppressed
Her life lost all zest.

You cocked your head to the side,
smiling at the sight before you.
This meant you were happy.
Or amused.
Or in love.
Or all of the above.
You hold the world with a laugh.
What could he not grasp?
What he lacked was tact.
The commitment component.
He let you go for a moment
of what he believed was relief.
He was running from himself.
You were running from your grief.
A dead doll replaced you.
Shake your head in disbelief.
A dead doll couldn't face you.
She could not speak.
She should not speak.
If she wishes to keep her voice.
You'll strip her of her dreams.
You'll strip her of her choice.
Just like she did you.
The decision was made.
He'll fall away.
He'll fall away.
You'll run too far.
The moment was too long.
What he did was too wrong.
There's no flying back.
The cloud has now gone.
You're to smile to the masses,
and pretend you are strong.
Kiss your new grasses,
sing a new song.