9-25-15 two days clean
We wrote our story on canvassed walls of white,
Begging for the colors of our galaxy to hit it like a hurricane.
We figured we had an infinite canvas.
We painted lines of poetry,
We painted our future house and
The memories we hadn't even met yet.
And when I thought there was a corner, it ended up being a wall.
So I pushed you against it
And kissed you like I knew how to kiss girls.
Suddenly, sunlight washed in
Through a pink and blue sky.
I realized you disappeared and I couldn't figure out why
Until I looked around
And saw that we ran out of canvas.
And damn it,
I shouldn't still be writing poetry about you.
About us.
About every fucking memory.
- (m.m)

Sometimes you flood my thoughts and I can't seem to understand why you won't stop haunting me.