my life’s been a series of blues and pinks and greens lately, a pretty sight

and while i’m nestled within all of those hues is when i think of you fondly, of who you are, who you aren’t, and of who you will eventually be, in all capacity

and that’s what i think of love and all it’s pain

it’s that it spreads itself equally. 50/50

pain that wills itself to always be there

jagged fingertips wrapped tightly through those fingers - cutting deeply into the palm - of all we know and love, forcefully conjoined for all eternity

this is the way it must be, the universe whispers

because without it we would feel nothing at all

besides the nagging rotting hole that grows on our palms

where the gentle hand of our lifelong lover is supposed to be

that’s longing for something

ingrained in our souls in strains of dna and in the semen of lost men

it’s in the regret we all have felt towards being born

in the shame our mothers have felt towards us, regretfully

but i’ll never regret you, or you, or you

i love all of you beyond the want of rationality or reciprocation

and that’s timeless baby

it’s unconditional and inconceivable beyond most

people’s understanding, i don’t even think you understand me

but it’s between me and the universe, only

in our whispers

in our love

to want for nothing at all but the wellbeing of another

another you, another you, another you