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You were the human version of the sun
you personified the colour orange and yellow
the warmth melts my skin
into a puddle of love.
– before it all went wrong.
You were just a coward
who housed a broken heart
you allowed your past to bleed into your future
the colour red clung to the sides of our potential
– Let it go.
Does my brain
create this pain
or is it really real?
there’s sort of a line
that blurs pain from fine
and stops me from being able to heal.
With sleep dust still gracing the corners of our eyes
The aroma of boiling coffee fills the morning air
I rest my head back on top of your chest
As your fingers weave through my untouched hair
And to the melody of your heart beating in my ear
The feeling of pure bliss engulfs my entire body
I have never felt so safe as I do in this very moment
I know you are my home.
– Moments like these.
I am self medicating in the form of reminiscing
Nostalgia brings colour to the black and white
That temporary relief from scratching the itch
The realist and the dreamer are at war within me.
– Slow process.
I no longer want to choke
on your secondhand love.
The toxins fill up my lungs
leaving me unable to breathe.
That slow and painful deterioration
from something that was never quite your own.
He seeks only the low hanging fruit
the ones just within arms length
easy to pick from the branch
and to take a bite out of.
He doesn’t possess the courage
to make the effort to reach the very top
where the most ripe reside
growing sweeter in the sunlight.