fireworks

i love the idea of fireworks

i mean, they sparkle in the sky, and they ignite

the remind me of people and feelings

a purple firework of medium size

reminds me of the beautiful kind of sad

that small blue one

patriotic, almost, but not at the same time. just freedom

the bright yellow one that fills the entire sky

makes me gasp

that one reminds me of you

because its pretty and it reminds me of

summer and smiles and laughter and friendship

and it's been a while since i wrote a poem about you

and i was worried you would feel left out

but you are on my mind as much as my boyfriend is,

because i want to tell you everything that happens with him and i

because you would understand me

i've waited forever for this.

and i love our conversations

the stupid ones,

and the smart ones,

and maybe even the serious ones

because even those make me shed tears of happiness

you are my soul sister,

you underestand me

we share those two lucky braincells 

our thoughts against the world.

and i don't know why

but fireworks remind me of you

the big ones and the small ones 

the life changing ones and the ones that shine in the background

the pretty ones and the basic ones

because you are,

"You are all the colors in one, at full brightness"

my firework.