Life is nothing but a rainbow,
Nothing but a simple mixing *** of pigment,
But you,
You were my color.
You were my yellow.
You were the yellow bees buzzing in my stomach,
Fluttering, tickling my throat

You were my yellow
The bright yellow lightning bolt in my rainstorm,
Lighting up my grey skies,
Kindling my soul

You were my yellow,
My yellow gold nugget,
The only thing that gives me value,
The only thing to treasure,
To hold

You were my yellow,
The yellow sun pressed against my face,
The collision between my skin and your warmth,
Calming my mind,
Comforting my soul,

But now,
My yellow is gone,
And everything is cold,
Everything is grey

I miss you.
I've missed you every day.
I wish you weren't so stupid.
I wish I wasn't so dumb.
I wish we could be happy.
I wish you were still my fork.

I don't think I can ever master the art of living without you even if I'm the reclaimed master artist of missing you

Pallid digits
Trace the outline
Of your form
From the memories
Of past caresses

Your echo
Still dwells
In these walls

The pain I feel when I see your name show up in my contacts.

I become expressionless like stone, then I shatter.

I was up until 4 a.m. last night,

You guessed it, crying.

From 11 to 4,

I cried.

Six hours I cried,

And hours before, I died.

But getting the news in public,

The news that you were leaving me

You were leaving me again, another time,

It was too much for me to handle and I broke.

My eyes teared up, and I ran off into my head again.

I will never say to your face how much I cried over you.

And trust me if you come around again I'll likely take you back.

Because I'm stupid, and I don't learn my lesson when it's taught to me.

I'd take you back despite the pain and I'd take you back through everything.

I suppose I'm just as weak when it comes to you as you are when it comes to lying.

the radio static of a blank station
the moment raindrops hit surfaces
the gliding of wooden sliding doors
the tick-tock of the clock on the wall
the sounds of leaves flying in the wind
the period of time a guitar is being tuned
the mellow piano scale of moonlight sonata
the echoes of footsteps in an empty hallway
the breathing of a newborn and a dying man
the far-off engine roars of a car on a highway
the supersonics of an airplane flying overhead
the crashing of tidal waves upon the breakwater
the ****** of chimes or frozen icicles on a cold day
the scrape of my pencil on paper as i draw and write
the scratchy noise after a vinyl record finishes to play
the ruffle of bedsheets when someone is restless in bed
the bristle of hair when mothers tousle their children's hair
*his voice

Sometimes, when the deepest recesses of my soul are missing you, I wish I could hold you.

I wish I could hold you.

I wish I could hold you- like the last flicker of candlelight on a dark nostalgic night... like I wish I could hold the last rays of sun at the end of a perfect day... like I wish I could hold all the pieces of pure joy that melt through my fingers when I think of you.

I wish I could hold you and the harder I try the further you feel. I wish I could hold you and I wonder if I could ever hold onto you and some piece of your soul so tightly you couldn't be anyone else's but mine.

Then, that is when I feel like I'm losing the last moments of light, and I wonder if you will come again-

like the morning,

like the day,

like the candlelight...

Or whether I will lose you for trying and be plunged into the deepest night.

if you find the girl who haunts me in my dreams, tell her I love her.
tell her how even when I'm wide awake, I wish I wasn't so that I could be her lover.
how I miss her love, and her deep blue eyes.
I hate to see her go, I only get to see her from sunset to sunrise.
the stars shine so brightly when she comes to invade my sleep,
she welcomes me with a soft kiss upon my cheek.
oh how I miss the girl who's got me so in love,
for when she smiles I swear I'm floating with the gods above.
her lips are soft, they taste so sweet, I can't wait until the next time we meet.
I smile when the sun begins to set, and my heart pounds in my chest
because I know who I'll see, and I won't be lonely because the girl I love will be lovin me.