Some days he was a rainbow.
Beaming with such raw color, beauty, and ecstasy.
Some days he was the storm.
Spiraling out of control, surrounded by cups of emotional emptiness, and often feeling helpless and alone.
Some days he simply was
the boy next door.
Lazing in bed, watching his favorite movies, texting you, never once growing bored.
I was in love with all three, because they all represented who he was.
YOU ARE READING
Bath Bombs & Books
Poetry•poetry book/completed:) •the edited version/continuation is out! •go check out my other completed book; "searching for serenity"
