Passing out love
Eyes closed
Seeing the world
In a view of Red

Waking up dead
Eyes opened
Seeing the world
In a view of Blues

The way these people
Belittle the energy
That can bring peace
They have mixed feelings
Seeing the world
In view of Purple

Stripped of caring and worrying
Exchanged for depression and disguises
Running from a red loved past
To obtaining blues of the present mind
The world viewing in purple
But my eyes can no longer
Hold a hue

how do you hold onto me
how am i your rock if my edges can be so rough they bite into your skin
you give me so much love it pours over the sides
and i take what i need and the rest is wasted
but you still keep pouring
my heart is like a stomach in the way it expands
slowly
i am learning to love
you have shown me that there are people in this world that will touch you so deep
people who will love you knowing that there is light for them at the end
understanding that there is dirt and dust and boulders that could be in the way
blindly loving
with no promises

my tongue bites
my face, my voice, cold with carelessness
we speak with savagery on our tongues,
the taste of reckless entitlement
you think we are the same

but behind this cold mask
i am warm, kind
and completely touchable

i am conflicted..
am i the prey that you can sink your teeth into in the end?
or am i the acclaimed innocence?

i have blood on my hands,
i want to see men like you crumble
i find you, i make myself the victim
then i tear into your skin

am i a sheep in wolves clothing?
or am i a killer of killers?

you wake up
his hair is spilled across the pillow,
the sun slants across his cheekbone
and his breath is slow and even.
he smells like an open field
and his body is wrapped around yours
so he keeps you warm.
you think,
there is no moment better than this,
that he is too perfect to exist.
but you wake up gasping,
skin soaked in sweat.
you lie there for a long time,
in your completely empty bed.