colors.
poems.
some words spread color
no matter what type
of pen you use
to write it down
some words of you
take all of it
and the only paint is
the black 'n white feeling of
being without you
you're still talking 'bout fighting too much,
but there is no place for any of that
there is too much silence staying between us
I am counting your letters
focus on your spelling
every story of the day
seems to be the last
they fade away like
watercolor in the rain
and I'm still trying to
keep your words from drowning
I'm still trying to
save all of the color
or
at least what's left of us
cause we started as a sun
rising at midnight
do you remember
how the stars just laughed
as they saw us?
do you remember
how we
suddenly
became so bright
that all of the stars got blind
laughing, even looking at us
I remember this
so I'm looking at you now
and it feels like midnight again
you can't see any color
just black 'n white and
all the other shades and sorts of that
I would like you to
look at me again like
we were used to
I'm not saying that
you have to stay in my bed
cause we'd fuck it up again,
but some of your kisses spread color
in places I want to cover less
when you talk that much
I want you to
spread color 'n
come for me
it's midnight
no matter what the stars are saying
spread your words
like you spread my legs
and maybe
we get down and intertwine
mixing up new colors
so come, baby
let's make art