Black. The color fogs my mind and leaves
Strangled breaths in its wake.
Choked by roses that bloom like weeds in my lungs
There are things that make me stumble

Red. Tinges my face and leaves me dipped in a cherry red color from cheekbones
To the curve of the tops of my ears.
Leaves my tongue stuck to the roof of my mouth-tripping over words like skipping stones
Red like the beating heart in my chest, the beat that speeds up when you are around...

You are calm and bright, always positive like the morning sun, something I wish I could be
Yellow, I wish I could be like you, yellow exists in the day and in the night, making stars from
A pitch black sky. Into a Picasso painting.
You are also an array of muted grays, the deeper parts.

I wish I had color to give your garden of emotions that you fashion and keep so closed off.
Wish I could scale the wall to the garden, with those walls you built so high, wish you could let me in.
I wish I could give you the roses and cherry blossoms that keep my throat closed off from the emotions I feel.
I wish I could give you a reason to feel emotions, to feel alive like you make me

The fireworks that light the sky is what you are to me, each one cascading another silly thing I did or something dumb I said.
The ash is falling around me, why did words have to come to mind?
I see you distance yourself, and the space has been made, by the words of those around us...

My heart's been wrapped with thorns and my bones are caught in a dance,
Made to be a marionette by the vines that envelop
Wrapped in stone cold blue flowers that force me to stumble and act stupid.
Made to be a fool for you and maybe I don't mind the feelings, and the way
I am stumbling blindly

Observing from afar, but longing to be held close in that garden,
Wishing I could get a map? Maybe a clue to find my way?
Winding through his guarded labyrinth of a heart
A soul closed behind dark forest greens, clouded with feelings.

A rose, trapped like a symphony of words that left me dazed and tumbling.
I wish he could see in himself what I see in him, then maybe...
Just maybe I could find my way through the blinding garden and the fireworks, and the fog that rises above my head.

The fog that leaves me breathless.