He
he was explosions of yellow in my grayscale life,
the feeling of the suns golden rays kissing my face.
he was warmth seeping back into my numb fingertips on a chilly winters eve,
he was the tingle in my spine when i jumped into hot waters.
he was the knots in my stomach, butterflies fluttering
and the intense cramp in my heart when i saw his smile.
but he was also the waves of dread drowning me,
the burning of my soul,
the life draining from my body
yet still i loved him deeply
This poem is about:
Me