joy, despair & betrayal (by emily pakulak)

White as his gleaming smile
It happens when I feel his warm embrace
It sounds like our laughter 
It smells like the bouquet of fresh flowers
It tastes like his sweet kisses
With joy comes
Blue as the wilting flowers in my window 
It happens when my heart is broken 
It sounds like a cry of pain 
It smells like the dying flowers 
It tastes like salty tears
Which come from
Black as the bottom of the ocean 
It happens when he wakes up not loving me
It sounds like the glass in our picture frame breaking 
It smells like his lingering cologne 
It tastes like the blood from which I chose to bite my tongue