Her Favorite Color Was Yellow

by Edgar Holmes

you’ve got to get comfortable with the void. the void that appears before you in the midst of important decisions the void where infinite possibility and infinite brokenness live together. gaze into it and see yourself.

i almost wish i had a narrator of my life who would expose my inner thoughts and feelings and make them known perhaps then you would known there is not a shred of untruth when i tell you i love you

if i do nothing else in this life but tell you how beautiful you are i will consider it worth it.

i will make you happy and die trying for i will never take you for granted.

i don’t want to escape life as long as you’re in it why would i waste a second i could’ve spent with you?

a string quartet could not articulate what i feel for you

love is like karma you get what you give