he said his favorite color was blue because
that was the color of the sky and his mothers'
wedding ring which was the only thing that
survived the fire and he keeps the ring around his
heart so that whenever he is feeling down,
he can always remember the color blue

she said her favorite color was red because she liked
to light things on fire and she was the
heartbreak girl that burned everything she
touched and you can tell that's she's coming your way
because the first thing that you think of when you see
her is red

he wanted to disappear into the ocean, because he
was calming waves of serenity and peace but
she wanted to burn bright like the star she knew she
was born to be, and she did; she was the wild card,
the indigo of the world and she burned everything
she touched, everything she loved until one day all
that was left of her heart was a pile of ashes

he said his favorite color was indigo because that
was the color of her engament ring, the one that he
had bought her the day before she burned alive and he
wears it around his chest now so that whenever
he feels like a burning red, he had her in his heart
to keep him a steady indigo

(h.l.)

you called me last night, you were crying and drunk
and you said that you regretted everything, that you
were ever so sorry, and i almost let myself slip for a
moment, i almost said it was okay, that i forgave you
but i kept my guard up and just forced myself to go to sleep
until you called me again later that night,
by then i couldn't help it, i told you i loved you back
and you just hung up the phone

(h.l.)

i.
you used to be the one that made my heart skip
beats and make the butterflies in my stomach erupt,
although now those butterflies are as wilted and dead
as the flowers you gave me the last time i saw you
ii.
i think the worst part is knowing that you are still
on the same shipwreck i warned you to stray from, that
you are still so heavily dependent on the same thing
that broke us, that you still love your cigarettes more than
you will ever love me, or her, or anyone and that
at the end of the day your drugs will burn powerful flames
that will last more than my love for you
iii.
i like to think that we would have given up on each other
sooner or later, that if it wasn't the drugs then it would've been
because of school or distance or because of him or because of her
but the truth is that all those pointless fights were just rocks
not mountains and we could have had it all, but you were more
hung up on cigarette daydreams then on true love
iv.**
i don't think you ever understood that when i said i would
crash and burn next to you, that it didn't mean i wanted too and that
while i could start fires with what i feel for you i would much
rather leave you now before i become a pile of ashes