you painted my mind blue
and my eyes red,
my blood black,
and my name—dead.
you traced over every insecurity
like it was yours to keep,
made them glow
like something worth bleeding.
you colored my hair purple
just to see if I would stay,
just to watch me become
something you could erase.
you painted me in smoke
from the ends of your cigarettes,
in the bitter rings of your coffee stains—
in every habit
I couldn’t forget.
but most of all,
you painted me
in the way you held my pinkie
when I cried—
soft enough to save me,
slow enough to lie.
a blue so deep it swallowed me whole,
and no matter how much you took,
I still wanted more.
Mar 24
Mar 24, 2026 at 12:10 AM UTC
you painted my mind blue
and my eyes red,
my blood black,
and my name—dead.
you traced over every insecurity
like it was yours to keep,
made them glow
like something worth bleeding.
you colored my hair purple
just to see if I would stay,
just to watch me become
something you could erase.
you painted me in smoke
from the ends of your cigarettes,
in the bitter rings of your coffee stains—
in every habit
I couldn’t forget.
but most of all,
you painted me
in the way you held my pinkie
when I cried—
soft enough to save me,
slow enough to lie.
a blue so deep it swallowed me whole,
and no matter how much you took,
I still wanted more.
colors are so cool
