The Storm of You

A Poem

Photo by Dollar Gill on Unsplash

paint me in all your rainbows
and maybe I’ll find the path
to the yellow brick road,
far from these dusty streets
with their gaping holes
bent on destruction.

your green turns red,
and I stop in my tracks
because I know you
and each day I say
I’d give everything
just to love you.

but you balk at labels,
the promise of ever after,
or even just a shared check.
every day I wonder
just what I mean to you
with all these mixed signals.

your blue turns gray,
and I see the storm
building and building,
an omen on the horizon,
because you never do
anything halfway.

telling lies would be easy,
but you’re not that crass.
spinning stories,
crafting webs,
dreaming awake —
you’re lying in wait.