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

or

we’re too busy setting this world into flames

grenade

i have the ability to cause mini explosions

brought about by feelings that i thought were long gone

like a small hand grenade

i was lit up — brought to life by your smile, your presence

i was thrown in the air — felt like i was flying at the touch of your hand

and the moment i hit the ground again,

i exploded — with every feeling and memory coming right before me

but unlike a grenade,

all the pain is coming off in the softest way possible

and the only casualty, however, was me