this is not a poem someone give me drugs

i love when you call me darling
but I know I'm not your only

the women hate them
but shes my lover

you arent special enough to be mine, and I don't think about you enough to write you a love poem

but your attention is enough to make me more than your friend
if I ever love you in a park id be scared

I don't want you enough for us to be

just stop talking

white
if i blur my eyes i can see red yellow green blue
blue
in my eyes
my iris absorbs the melancholy acid
its just light
but mixed with the salt
its burning
my eyes are burning
wet eyeliner
ink drops
burning
in my eyes
spices
in my eyes
you are filling my sences with you're pretty purple light
I'm addicted

the ice cubes of malevolence drop into me.
when they do, everything I feel is dark
there is never happiness or joy, just feelings of spite and anger
I scream into plastic and cry violently
almost throwing up
filled with emotion
clink
clink
clink.
with every ice cube, i become silent
and nothing matters
as it cools my body from the inside out
I feel chilled, I'm empty but I can feel myself filling with the feeling of uneasiness, and now I'm on the verge of a relapse but then
I get the steaming hot liquid being poured into me
and start to feel happy and loved and hot
what will win? will the ice chill the hot drink or will the ice melt away with all that is good?
before I can find out, the sudden temperature hits, and pressure makes my glass casing explode.
i burn everyone around me.

read the title *******

roses are red
but in my dreams I'm blue
in my nightmares, you look yellow
in real life, I look purple
when you tell me I'm pretty I go white
but darling
i go pink when you smile

it was a mistake.
i told moon boy he wasn't enough for me
since his star friends were being quite rude.
moon boy wasn't perfect, but at least he was mine











not anymore though. i guess I was just too young.