The Colour of Sadness

beautiful sin

Glitter, sparkle, glamour me

Wine, diamonds, a drop of ecstasy

Call it what you want; paradise, heaven, elysium

But here we are, running out, hand in hand

Breaking every rule on the streets of gold

Wet grass cutting our feet, hair tumbling loose

We are the escapees, the runaways, the defectives, the ones that don't belong with the beautiful people, the olympian gods,

Because, sinners don't deserve angel's wings, and fallen angels belong in the dirt

We belong in the rain

With our shirts soaked through, and our hair sticking to the back of our necks

Shivering cold, lips blue and teeth chattering

And our eyes shining with sunlight of the next dawn

We belong in the city,

Just you and me, flying down the streets, with the people underneath,

Neon lights blinding us, smoky dreams clinging to our skin

And the aftertaste of oily barbecue reminiscent on our tongues

We belong on the apartment roofs,

5 a.m. in the morning, waiting for a imperfect sunrise, burning the horizon

Wind blowing through our hair, fingertips numb

But warm inside, because we share a blanket, just you and me, sharing the heat

Did it hurt when we fell from heaven?

It did, crashing through the atmosphere, grabbing onto wisps of cloud barely there to slow our fall, spiralling towards the ground that was coming up to hit us with cold reality -

It hurt, but then it didn't at all, because every other feeling fades away when you look at me.

And the only one that matters is how I feel when your teeth drag across my lips, and when your fingers are etching invisible tattoos of our story into my skin,

In that moment, it didn't hurt, when we fell from the sky, because we were together.

We don't belong with the beautiful people, the angels, the gods, the chosen ones

Because we are not beautiful

They might be the gods, wasting away for an eternity

But we are mortals,

And we live dangerously because we know

We are not gods

And time is unforgiving

And that's what I'm thankful for