Yellow* was the color that brought us together
Orange was the color that made you glow
Red was the color of our love
Purple was the color you left on my skin
Blue was the color you made me feel
Black was the last color I ever saw

"are you okay?"
"yeah"*
if crying myself to sleep every night is okay
* if being too upset to eat is okay
* if being too emotionally drained to function is okay
* if being so upset I can't enjoy anything is okay

"I miss you tonight, nothing's gonna be alright when you're not here with me."

and now, this is the
definition of
what I feel.

But I can't do anything about it.

Pondering the idea of pain
My mind wanders into the territory that is you
A sign colored red screaming stop is facing me
I would like to know if it hurts-
if it hurts the way getting thrown into the ocean waves unprepared,
the way liquor burns down your cut throat from screaming hate filled words into the stretch of air between you and I

I just want to know if it even hurts a little,
like the way a bee may sting,
or sitting on a metal chair thats basked in sunshine
Because for me its like watching my life walk in front of me,
And leave me behind