Joss.

If colour was rich,

You’d be chasing rainbows.

Endlessly seeking,

A flickering pot of gold.

Fire was your name,

Insatiable and alive.

Your candle burned bright,

Yet went up in trailing smoke.

Adjustments.

She could not capture when

Or how it came from the shadows,

That the brightness in his eyes;

The saturation of his skin,

Became highlights she wanted to see the most.

Ideal.

Like sunrise,

I’d trust you lead and shine light.

I’d have no fear in the darkest of nights.

Like waves,

You’d lift me, bring me along, or to shore.

Cyclical, rhythmic, calm and more.

Like rain,

You’re okay to let me see your mess,

Dream with me for rainbow even when chances are less.

Like sunset,

We’d hold space for us to unwind.

Even when you’re not the brightest, I wouldn’t mind.

Piece of Heaven.

12am: Go to bed.

2am: I pray for faith.

4am: I dreamt of you.

6am: You’re not here yet.

8am: The heart’s yearning.

10am: You never came.

I guess the angels took you

As you’re needed where they are.

Perhaps I deserve this hurt

Because I had a piece of heaven.

But bless me so

Let me sleep better with each passing night.

Heart Balloon.

Holding on to the line of the balloon always seemed easy until distractions happen and we let go of it unknowingly.

Is it meant to be attached by the wrist or do we allow it freedom to drift off to the city of lights?

Cake.

Candles lighted,

Before us a creamy buttery slice.

In the sepia and dim,

Light was brightest in your eyes.

In all snow and white,

You brought flaring summer.

Two heart popsicles,

Melting into sweet pink mush.

Vulnerability.

If tenderness is an ache,

from exercising vulnerability.

Then gratefulness is the relief,

from training the bravest hearts.

Anxious.

Tippety tap, tippety tap

Footsteps hurrying.

Tippety tap, tippety tap

Raindrops fighting.

Tippety tap, tippety tap

Fingers stimming.

Tippety tap, tippety tap

Her heart thudding.

CBD.

Scattered mass;

Glorious mess.

Towering strongholds —

The only grasp of reality.

Villain.

A touch of poison;

A kiss of death.

Your hugs were wreaths

Enclosed with regrets. 

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