Rainbows and infinity
they seemed to me bright and new
but as I grew old and out of fiction
I grew twined to you.
Painting dreams and possiblities,
letting my world surround you,
out of obsession and morbidity
I built universes around you.
You want me to paint your world
with promises of infinity
and I have nothing for you
but crimson geometry.
I've grown enough but not yet
out of this artworked skin
running out of space to pen stray lines,
I might just pull you in.
There is God, there is Lucifer
I choose to run into your arms
because I know you'll keep me safe
and not raise any alarms.
I can show you rainbows, yes,
just that they are all red
and my promises of infinity
no bigger than a needlehead.