Me and you, we fall like rain
              We spin, we crash, and we cascade.
You and I, we burn like flames
              We dance, entwine, a masquerade.

Pulling each other deep within the most sacred spaces
              We invade.

With a single look, one secret touch
             right before our lips just brush.

You are mine and I am lost in the feeling of your fingertips
tracing up and down my spine.

Time stands still to me,
while everyone around simply moves on.
I gaze up at the stars longing for
whatever it is I do not know.
Planets inside universes inside galaxies,
unseen still by the human eye.
I want to drift alone in the blackness,
silence so deep not a soul can fathom.
Sound does not travel in space,
no one will ever hear me cry out.
Except they do not hear me now. Here,
where everyone is too busy with everything
they do, to even for a second ponder the mind
of the person that sits next to them every day
                     on the train.
Not even for a single second.

Whoever said that love was easy has never been in love.
They’ve never felt the yank in their gut when love says “can we talk?”
They’ve never felt the pull of someone else so deep in their soul -
that every breath taken without them is the worst kind of agony.
Never have they been so afraid of losing love,
because just one day without that person
would send their world crumbling into dust.
No, they have never been in love,
because if they had…
They’d never speak of the ease of love.
They have never held love,
Love has never held them.

White is the promise of purity revoked.

Red is the stain of lipstick on your fifth cup of coffee.

Orange is the succession of sunset to sunrise without an ounce of sleep.

The color yellow peeks through the blinds and dances across his skin.

Green is the color that burns your lungs until you're in a haze of numb.

Blue are the eyes that haunt your consciousness and tears that stream silently down.

Purple is the Galaxy pattern of hickies and bruises littering the skin he touched.

Black is the static you hear in the moments after, when you lay panting in his arms

...just before all the color fades again in his absence.