Color left

In a different form

All blotches of color 

Some nights it was grey and white

Others it was bright red, purples,

and fiery oranges

One day I almost gave up

The one dream

I was on a building

I stared down for a while

I jumped

A bright red, purple, fiery orange

dream catcher caught me

Until now 

I'm piecing together

what those dreams were.

I thought there might have been weed

on my pillow.. 

but with the dreams you've had of me...

since the dreamcatcher

since you.

Since seeing you in person for the first time

Since actually talking to you,

feeling like a crazed fan girl head over heels

with a guy that would never love her;

since listening to me and becoming my friend

my best friend

and my world.

My world is no longer 

painted grey and black...

my world has become a Ying Yang, if anything.

More like a really beautiful poem

wonderfully pieced together.

Or a puzzle that reveals a pretty picture.

Either way. You're my happy ending.

I thank you.

Reviews

[JSAECH]

Love the poem. I have a friend, a best friend that I've never met in person, who will never love me the way I'd like, but she is my best friend and maybe that's the way it is supposed to be. Regardless, your poem reminded me of her and I appreciate the emotions your poem stirred. Thank You.