Explosion of Colors

One day –
[A] You will walk down the street, eyes searching the night for that one star speckling the black with flecks of gold.
The street lights will have just danced to life; shadows will fall towards the end of the sky.
And your happy ending will rush forward, prepared to never leave.
Be ready.

One day –
[L] Your hands will brush as you tumble to the ground, and you will both think that maybe you shouldn’t have been staring so intently at the pearly heavens above you.
Until your eyes meet, that is. And you will know, in that three second flash, that you can learn to reach the marble pedestal you both seek. 

One day –
[Y] You will drift in a meadow, its flowers smelling of violet and hazel while you look between the trees for promises of something-more-than-lust from fairytales.
The stars will whisper in a pointless attempt at distraction, and he will hold your gaze at last, telling you that you should try to trust the air with your secrets so that maybe one day you will be able to trust someone other than the pen and page.
He knows you still need to grow. You're only yet a tanned sapling. So he will try to evolve with you because his only wish is that you grow into perfect for each other.

One day –
[S] You see the sun's orange glow, dragging forth a new dawn. I pray for the moment when it will no longer blind you, turning from dull yellow to brilliant copper.
And the sky will no longer be a plain-jane blue, laced with dead gray clouds.
He will paint it cerulean, and declare it almost as pretty-ful as you
[because beautiful isn’t
as gentle.]

One day –
[S] You will see that your song of happiness is like the dinosaurs.
It has not disappeared, or gone extinct, or vanished from thin air with a snap.
It’s simply shy. And it will find you again.
Don’t lose faith just yet.

One day –
[A] Your happy ending will come out of hiding.
You will carve your way in. Dig beneath his skinandbones beauty. Peel back one rib at a time.
Reveal the mass of redblue, alive, reaching for another breath, one more touch.
Is it still pumping forth a green-less rainbow of auburn-midnight blue-lavender-periwinkle-fuchsia-copper-cerulean?
You will find your explosion of colors.

Te Amo by Miss Deathwish
 

you are worth the sum of two moons and
three-hundred and ninety-seven crystalline stars.
(you outshine everything
                     everything
                     everything.)

you are beautiful, like a fallen paper angel, with
tattered wings and a shipwreck smile, and
your halo is woven from strands of golden
                     and smiles
                     and love.

you are damaged, maybe, but through your cracks
and bruises shines a glow that's worth the hurt, seeping through
your fractures like the ocher-eyed sun,
                     the silver-threaded rain,
                     the sunset-spattered sky.

you speak of translucent dreams and strawberry skies
and black-and-blue fingertips pressed to forlorn skin.
to you, i can say 'i love you', and i'll always mean it.
                     (love isn't even
                     a strong enough word.)