COMING INTO YOU

I smell it like I used to smell the scent of your sweet perfume while you were turning heads and snapping fingers when you were entering a room with your strange little paintings and me whispering the words of a poetic drunk on love and spirits. All those high-classed hipsters and vipers asking what other drugs are you high on? Do you care to take a trip to the incredible beyond?

Coming into you, I was only two. Now we are one looking down the barrel of a new reality while being careful not to pull the trigger of the peripheral gun.

Now that you are gone, I walk the streets of this once wasteland adding my shades of color; I might still have a shaking hand, but my lines they will remember. I have been dancing all night, trying to get everything and the steps just right; coming into you, I see the darkness suddenly switching gracefully into the light.

I am sitting on the swing of my old playground, but everything can be a playground when you start to hear in your heart that drumbeat of sounds getting loud,

Coming into you, I realize not everything needs to be forgotten, and with the right words and pictures, not everything needs to remain dead. The trees, which are my breath, are calling me to rest my eyes next to them, and they promise to give me comfort and air during this unseen storm.  

Coming into you, the memories of you continue even with you gone and a new lover you sent to keep me warm. I find myself like the pouring rain from the sky constantly and unknowingly coming into you