And remember, it's not as beautiful as it is inside my head and in my head it's not beautiful at all.

It's rather harrowing, dark and dreary. As your last kiss, final words, only prayer should've been.

Instead of the nauseating rainbow you spewed between our ever narrowing gap.

Though I still like your colors, it's raining too much already. I think too fast to exist in this world, so therefore I must write another, where I am the Other.