poetryingtoohard

we are tied together by a string

sometimes it expands over countries

as we talk through our tin can telephones

other times we lie underneath a woven blanket

my brain was an organized palette

with separate sections for each color

yellow like the star that i wished on for you

blue like the sea near your home

now that you are gone

all of the colors have mixed

a muddy brown fills all of the compartments

the unfamiliar tone unsettles me

i wish paint were more like light

all the hues mixing together

creating something pure and translucent

instead of this murky puddle that exists

i try to wipe away the remaining sludge

but my fingers begin to melt into the abyss

uneasy currents pull me under

i am drowning in an ocean of acrylics

in the car on that cold january night 

was when I knew it was over

when you tried to hold my hand

your skin like a strangers

felt colder than the ice lining the streets

tired of the disappointed look in your eyes

every time i pulled away

i jumped completely beyond your reach

shattering on impact

tiny shards of me may be left behind with you

biting into your skin whenever you try to clear them away

i know from trying to put myself back together

i was never afraid of myself until

i fell out of love with you