Writing

I should know better

Because you being gone 

Will save me

Even while you remain in my mind

Sometime soon 

My heart will forget you

To make room for a girl

A girl named Amelia 

Playboy

That’s what I should call you

Manipulator

Heart breaker

Emotionless little boy

Convinced me 

All the world was in your eyes

Told my heart to you

Tore my insides out 

My babysitter,

Brother,

Sister,

And I,

Huddle on the green couch.

Her laptop,

Shiny silver,

Is opened

The ideas flows through my hands, 

Pressing the keys to make it appear on the page.

Despite its small appearance,

You can still see it.

The corner of your eye,

Controls your brain.

It works it.

Lilac 

Colors blend 

Soft pink  

Scarlet 

Fades 

Blood orange 

Mixes with the white 

From across the pallet 

Yellow 

swift locks of golden hair belonging to—

a girl once invisible that now has a place in this world,

guitar stained with teardrops,

that is worn out by playing her song.

golden fireworks blazing from the sky—