the color of the sky

green was your favorite color

you asked me to be your lover

i warned you it wouldn’t end well

getting rolled by the west coast swell.

he showed me slowdive

i showed him an orange sky

in my bedroom, MDMA-infused

floating on the horizon, turquoise-perfumed

aquamarine and eckhart tolle

sunset orange walls as we roll

i DreaMT of marina del rey

heartbroken over the bay

of marina sands and casa del mar

however near or how far it

seems the one i love is

always oceans away.

like that arizona song

neap tide at full moon

baby always fall too soon

then hazy like desert sunsets

in sedona,

not cool like the iced tea

you gave me a book of love poetry

and songs and essence of you

but only one of them about me

so i raged like tsunami and threw

that book in the tasman sea.

i guess i will always only be a single page

a lonely sun in the nook of the night sky

pluto, not a real planet

i wanted to be a real

im only one page

in the book of

your lovers.

that’s cool with me baby

cause our page was the one

with your happiest day

making-sandcastles by the bay.

and to this day i still play slowdive

and listen to XXXTENTACION as yet

another xxx toxic relationship ends

dead like our love and our rappers

and our morals and our oceans.

im still searching for valerie to tell her

she’s not a liar

and that i see her face across the water

her name in the clouds

and think of her all the time

even more than they take XANAX and beat us

in fields of sunflowers

sad goddesses patch their wounds up

praying that love isn’t just make-believe.

don’t forget the color of the sky

sunset orange on the walls of the

MDMAdhouse traphouse where alice fell down after taking too many beatings

and i will promise to forget that

night he almost killed her and

that night he almost killed me

i promise to forget that

love always seems to take a toll

and i’ll only keep the slowdive

our love stuck in the chords as we roll

it cut across the sky

and faded above your bed.

now it’s buried under the stars

same stars that made us

all of them already dead

on a beach with a lonely couch

in the middle of the pacific ocean

death is sunset red.