there's some mystery there

not everything's being said

some truths are kept

some lies are told

but neither of you truly care

you're comfortable where you are

each has grown accustomed to the other

your lives are shared

the lies are still there

you're both in it too far.

they're not being truthful

both have secrets and shames

dreams come and go

they don't share those

and they slowly grow apart.

there was a mystery between them,

but the truth was there was no

mystery left

they both bled dry

keeping each other secret from themselves.

they left each other as strangers

because they couldn't tell the

truth from the lies anymore

and that, is the danger

of mystery.

i want more color in my life

everything i've experienced to now

has been black and white.

i need more red nails,

yellow shoes,

pink lips and

green eyes.

bluer skies would be a good start

but i need more than this.

orange hugs and indigo hands

searching for one another through

silver tension, creating gold relief.

i want more illuminated bodies

reaching out for technicolor kisses.

and glistening hair catching

blistering sunlight,

just waiting for chocolate hands

to run through it.

violet thoughts ebbing through

mauve minds

coming out in teal words

rolling off tan tongues.

i don't want to see things in shades

of grey anymore.

i don't want it to be either or.

i want all the choices i can muster

every color of the rainbow

present on me

in you

surrounding us

casting magic spells without trying

and leaving a mark

being remembered by others

by strangers who themselves

aren't brought to mind.

awkward glances at bus stops

leading to awkward conversations on the ride home

i don't know what i end up doing

but it's memorable

to all the wrong people.

where are those i'm trying to impress?

i'm the one stealing glances at them

but i'm not bringing it up

i don't want to know that to them

i'm unremarkable.

he told me mood rings were from the 70's and that i should stop living in the past

but he's not giving me any reason to live in the now...

he isn't offering his hand for me to hold

nor is he licking his lips looking at mine

why should i leave the past, a time of free love?

no one else is worried about this fixation.

he told me my huge ring was so 70's and out of place at the college dive-bar we drank at...

so i clocked him in the face with it.

hope is like a lamp
glowing in the dark and leading the way
sure, it can be turned off
or eventually burn out
but never for long
because eventually
someone comes along and puts in a new bulb
one that burns brighter than those before.

you were my first stormy sea
the first time i ever had all hands on deck
i still haven't weathered you
but i let you rock my boat
knowing that regardless of whether i stay afloat
or capsize
i know i'll still make it safely ashore
i know how to swim
i can hold my breath
and i can withstand the cold
i have in the past
and just like before,
this storm will also end.

falling asleep with the taste of mimosa still sweet on my tongue and waking up to the smell of muffins and you hasn't happened in a while. i wish i had bottled your scent or at least savored our mornings more. 
i didn't know you'd leave
and go so far 
for so long
but truthfully, even if i had 
i doubt i would've acted differently.
i would've still been as rash as i was back then
never stopping to let it all settle in
i still haven't settled.