Red
Like our love
My veins still have remains
Something I cannot get rid of
And it’s you
In fact
The blood test came back
Like my suicide pact
Positive for you
Orange
Resembling the Icelandic poppies
That I planted within my heart
But they are just copies
Of what used to be beautiful
Like the burning impression
Left by your lips
Not as strong as my depression
But still close
Yellow
As bright as the sun
Giving me warmth on my darkest days
Yet you were done
Right as the clouds rolled in
It’s ironic how something
So fluffy
Is crushing
My inner hopefulness
Green
Accompanied with my illness
As you’re ******* that guy
I know it’s none of my business
But still
It brings a form of serenity
Perhaps because you
Finally found your identity
**** you
Blue
That’s what my hair bleeds
When I rinse you off me
Identical to a field of weeds
Tangled and knotted
I feel so astronomical
Higher than the galaxies
Yet it feels anatomical
To be down here with you
Purple
Coloring in my bruises
From your thoughts
Popped fuses
I’m on overload
Like your excuses
In why you didn’t love me
So why don’t we reintroduce
Each other
So this may never happen again.
Nov 25, 2014
Nov 25, 2014 at 11:33 PM UTC
Red
Like our love
My veins still have remains
Something I cannot get rid of
And it’s you
In fact
The blood test came back
Like my suicide pact
Positive for you
Orange
Resembling the Icelandic poppies
That I planted within my heart
But they are just copies
Of what used to be beautiful
Like the burning impression
Left by your lips
Not as strong as my depression
But still close
Yellow
As bright as the sun
Giving me warmth on my darkest days
Yet you were done
Right as the clouds rolled in
It’s ironic how something
So fluffy
Is crushing
My inner hopefulness
Green
Accompanied with my illness
As you’re ******* that guy
I know it’s none of my business
But still
It brings a form of serenity
Perhaps because you
Finally found your identity
**** you
Blue
That’s what my hair bleeds
When I rinse you off me
Identical to a field of weeds
Tangled and knotted
I feel so astronomical
Higher than the galaxies
Yet it feels anatomical
To be down here with you
Purple
Coloring in my bruises
From your thoughts
Popped fuses
I’m on overload
Like your excuses
In why you didn’t love me
So why don’t we reintroduce
Each other
So this may never happen again.
