#impusive
i've always admired
how a blank white wall
looked back into my eyes
how it reflects as
pure, whole, pristine
into my deep dark eyes
how it pulls out
another set of trigger
into my soul
about how it makes
so much sense
my mind is white
blank
plain
dull
until you set
this explosion of colors
with little time-bombs
e v e r y w h e r e
as if these hues
represent
the way we are,
or more importantly,
the way we're not
how these reds
that should indicate
passion
love
lust
***
impulse
but they won't
cover up
the whites
instead they wash away
like water
against these blank walls
as if
your love for me
was never real anyway
as if i was nothing
to be lost
to be thrown away
as if the greens blues oranges
can stay
but you were yellow
you covered up
so much space
so much time
as if it symbolizes
your impact on me
how i cannot forget
this rendezvous we have
once or twice
or just whenever
you feel like
how can you not
forgive me?
i never forgiven myself either.
Jan 2, 2016
Jan 2, 2016 at 12:49 PM UTC