2/5/18

I don't quite know what to do when you shake

with such vigor I'm afraid you'll break.

I can't help but wonder what would happen

if you shattered right before me.

Would the shards of your soul match the colors of your eyes?

Or would it run dry when exposed?

These are selfish thoughts, my darling, I'm sorry.

Curiosity gets the best of me.

I've pieced myself together countless times before.

I've known the colors of my soul, bleak and torn,

from past lovers, too reckless and callous

to see their mistakes.

Now, my days are no longer plagued

with dreary thoughts and an achromic sky.

Would you be able to add color back

to the darkest parts of myself?

If we fell apart together, would there be a kaleidoscope of colors

complimenting one another?

Would the colors of your soul enhance mine?

Would we mend together in harmony?

Or would we lose ourselves completely this time?