you made the bad seem beautiful

so i guess now, it's for real and
you're not coming back
and you won't smile one more time for me before you paint
my face in the blues and greys of the nighttime rainbows you love
like water colour secrets and lead pencil silences, but when you did it
you made the bad seem beautiful almost; i saw you cast the apocalypse
in dawning shades of pink and yellow.
and the stars just keep falling ((drip – drop – splash))

into the ocean and i'm here on the verge of tears just imagining
starless midnight skies and lonely crying moonlight. but
you pull me in and comfort me:
the world is ending and, oh my god, isn't it just so pretty.

i never did tell you, did i
that your eyes fill the dimmest rooms with blinding light
and your breath blows summer breezes across my throat. and
it helps me swallow the scars and fade the fear
for a little while maybe; just remembering makes it all hurt a little
less and then, oh my god, so much more.