Blue I thought was the color of your eyes
But then I saw you crying
Red is not the color of your love
I don't know why you're still bleeding
Black is the color of my blind fold
Open my eyes so I can see your scars
You've covered them all in make-up
But it's your soul that needs fixing
Beautiful and broken, it's me you're mistreating

To this day,
your name
still hurts my tongue
but I still say it anyway.
Sometimes I like to
hear my soul
gently tear itself
apart.

Late night texts
Sleepy eyes
Small smiles
Butterflies

Stolen moments
Held inside
Beating heart
Stupefied

~

Left alone
Tear filled eyes
Chapped lips
Scarred thighs

Empty promises
Cast aside
Broken heart
Terrified

~j.l.