I can wait for you, for anyone, for everything; I'm a daisy in your endless winter, dormant until I'm perfect and beautiful enough for you to notice me from the other side of the bed. From the other end of the line.
the colour of betrayal far outshines Vantablack its depth is a cumulus cloud of chaos and agony tinged with the wails of a wilting wallflower bloodied scarlet, a glimmer of unrequited love purple promises writ into skin, bruised and broken