Rainbows End

Her voice is how i'd imagined a sunset would sound like.Her smile could provide the spark to light a bonfire in a dark room. Its warmth clinged onto the parts of me i kept exposed. reminding me that winters are only temporary events.

She wasnt defined by the boxes that society attempted to package us in. wasnt cut from the same hand-me-down cloth that was used to clothe prideful queens. A different type of trip. The kind you dont get to go on too often.

she sprinkled gold dust in the silences between our conversations. Built refuge camps where all my troubled thoughts would escape to. If i could, id bottle up her words and swallow their contents whenever my mood needed uplifting.

So i begged my mind and heart to make peace with each other so i could break down the walls id erected to separate the conflict between them. I'd been wandering in her world without a sure destination in sight yet
there was an abundance of safe places that would gladly welcome my arrival.

Im not even a quarter of the way into the journey im taking to follow her rainbow to its end. Pots of gold could await me there. Are they even mine to take? my emotional compass has become faulty from being passed through too many reckless hands. I cant place back my trust on its direction as yet.

Im still trying to figure out the parts of her that make her clock tick while trying to make sense of my own time. That takes focus. So ill gladly preserve the purity of our time together and paint our shared memories onto the walls of my being. In time, maybe they'll show me that everything doesnt have to be sunny all the time. Some storms are beautiful too.