my sky isn’t blue,
my soul is.
my sky is all kinds of madness visible to the naked eye,
my sky is violet & pink,
yellow & green,
being this sad,
this mentally mad,
it does stink.

my world isn’t calm,
it’s got waves & waves of uncertainty & quite beautiful storms.
i wish to wake & believe that somewhere within this mess, i am beauty,
however,
my heart isn’t strong enough to have faith in that yet.

my sky isn’t grey,
my heart is.

i loved u at my worst.
hospital bed,
not even allowed to eat.
u were all i needed to feel good.
u couldn’t bare to see me that ugly.
u didn’t want me when we couldn’t see each other.
nonetheless, i loved u.
i loved u when u had nothing to give,
when i couldn’t even walk on my own two feet.
u didn’t even love me all dressed up,
u didn’t even love me with my clothes off.
u weren’t decent enough to pretend u loved me,
even at my worst.

although it doesn’t hurt quite like it used to,
i still feel u when i close my eyes.