black & white

hidden tears and quiet questioning

of what no longer is

the consciousness of this comes and goes

the gray matter in between never existed with you

you made me shine my brightest, the sun would have been offended

and all the while

you made me feel my most vulnerable

the oceans have produced the strongest waves

the heavens have turned the most peaceful skies into unbelievable storms

and at one point 

i think mountains have been moved in the name of our love

and so

do you get my point about the gray matter not existing?

we’re either too caught up with our softest conversations in the middle of the night


we’re too busy setting this world into flames