How I Loved You

She: "All I see are spaces

grim, condescending, 

meaningless, cold

decorations on this orange-sky parchment."

He: "Grand gestures, coveted reality.

True emotion decrying the filth.

For if black and white be love,

I smell neon green.

Orange is but peace."

She: "Say what you will,

actions sour grapes.

Lilting sense of self defense. 

And from what I forebode,

your forehead stinks.

I give you a week.

Take the hint, pun intended."

He, smiling: "For if my fate be purple,

damned I am for eternity.

I bid you well, sayonara.

But monsters who stay under, 

are known to wait.

And wait I will, 

for you will be there.

You fall, you don't

I lose either way.

And damned I am,

true that is."