My lips are sore
with that,
nice kind of deep-passion pink.
The length of time that held me from you was,
devastating in a sense.
How could I be without my other half?
My love bled onto your arms,
without a care to stop.
And,
it was that,
interesting kind of deep-blue sad,
that drained me.
The renewal that came with my return was,
beautiful in every sense.
How is this anything but real?