the water pulls me under
vibrant white sky
into that torrential downpour
my sadness is a muffled cornucopia
of heartbreaks and scars
etched into the mind of the past
delicately unstitching the wounds
you left behind
the beacon that once shined so bright
is now a fickle memory
I look at you, then I quickly look away
when you notice my pink and yellow gaze
lingering mannequin in placid lemon squeeze
joyfully sad at the loss of a friend
bad omen, good omen
you seemed so new, but eagerly hesitant
hands open for the rainfall, head tilted back
willing patient with black eyes
a mind inflamed with new thoughts
intrusive entities in ornamental sentences
designs burrowed into sweet spots, inflamed
unholy virgin breathing stars in thy night
I can feel it inside, endemic numbness, wordless
pool of misfortunes, loving you until the pain dissipates
your face slumbers in a summer breeze.