he left me in may
when everything is supposed to be good
the flowers have bursted into life
but their sweet smell only reminds me of his absence
like supernovas exploding beautiful lights only to create a black hole
he left me in the month when I'm supposed to celebrate
the stars that make up the intricate details of my very being
have become one revolution older
but the excitement and joyous singing of everyone around me only leads to wonder if he's singing out the melodious cried too
he left me with the stress of winter and cold
they have been melted away by the warm,
metaphorical sun that is the freedom of summer
his voice, his name, his presence evaporated into nothingness
and left only trails of life in cyberspace
he left me in may
when everything is supposed to be good
but now everything is clouded by the cigarette smoke
he blew so artistically into my mind
like a haze meant to replace himself
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The Conflicted Color Pallet
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