Yesterdays, I saw you standing underneath a blue umbrella. You hustled, with your comforter around your neck. Still, I hear your soft breaths from a distance where I stood. I thought, reaching out and touching the little dopr of snow dancing on your cheek; but your lips touched anothers.
My umbrella might have been blue, my lips, parched from a drain that was left in our shower. I let my temptations get the best of me. It was a red day. The contrast of the sky around the ideas of my heart tempted me to find another. I lay waste to the ideas I hurt you. I wish you would come back.
How can I come back when I saw the sun and moon eclipse right in front of my eyes? Your world and mine collided that moment, but like the little self I am, only mind collapsed. It shattered under that burden you pushed me underneath. I know my life was all yours for the taking, but you really did take it all away.
I did not want to take it away, it pains me to know you're hurting. I wished the summer sky still silenced our words. I wish my vocabulary could paint the skies like the poetry I see in you. I wish your words still struck me in ways nobody else could. She was just a fling.
You did paint your sky; it was a red day, your red day painted with my crimson red blood. My feelings for you were thicker than molasses until you diluted it with a soft blooming kiss.
