We can either turn to the light or switch ourselves to darkness. That's what it feels like to live between heaven and hell.

My hopes are tangled
And they're starting to become sadness

Honey, you're too far from the truth when this toxic attachment is bringing you down to his knees

I never liked yellow because of the colour that would burn on my brown skin. I hated the colour so much until I threw the yellow dress which was a gift from my mom.
But I fell in love with the colour when the sky turned yellow. I was laying under the tree with the yellow flowers and I could see that his eyes were so brown under the yellow sky. Brown eyes were just brown eyes until I became poetically attached to it. Yellow was just 'too bright for me' until I saw how it burned me poetically.

you told me I was beautiful and I saw the light in you
But your kisses were all full of lies
And as soon as the sun brightens up your windows , you threw me out of your crafted 'paradise'

She sees dragons in her sorrows as she hides herself under her pillows
She feels the rage of love burning at the back of her head when she fantasises his lips on hers
She carries the ocean of her hopes deep inside her and flow them all out through her fingers as she pour out her mind with the ink dancing on paper.

You've always been toxic that spilling you out from the glass of words that we shared was the right thing to do