it was all about you at one point,
I believe that’s how I got lost

you never noticed my love

until you watched it
walk out the door

and fall into the arms
of a person that makes life seem fifty-fifty,

equal shades of black and white

the moon with some stars

milk and cookies

as that is how love
should be

I leaned my head against the other pillow
and my bedsheets were still caressed
with the outline of your silhouette
and I couldn’t stop thinking how
you didn’t say a word to me,
no matter how hard you tried

I don’t like fighting until the sun’s up
there’s always beauty in between the rise
but we seem to miss it every chance
as our tired eyes shut
and my thoughts begin to race
about how much "I love you
I can’t let you go
I need you to stay"

I was dreaming about you again,
wasn’t I

I told you my love
was good and borrowed,
endless seas to drown
every sorrow,
I told you holding my hands
were so far from sin,
they’d have your skin peeling
though pale and grim,
I told you my needs
were different from yours,
I throw back the starfish
even if washed up on shore,

I told you I’d be here
as long as you stayed,
but you had already left
as the sky above me grayed.

I think you’ll find a piece of me
in the bouquet of roses
held by your left hand
at her front door

soon the petals picked for her
will freshly turn
and fade away

similar to how you loved me at one day
and disappeared
at one night

and red is my favorite color,
after all