white walls

i've always admired how a blank white wall looked back into my eyes how it reflects as pure, whole, pristine into my deep dark eyes how it pulls out another set of trigger into my soul about how it makes so much sense my mind is white blank plain dull until you set this explosion of colors with little time-bombs e v e r y w h e r e as if these hues represent the way we are, or more importantly, the way we're not how these reds that should indicate passion love lust sex impulse but they won't cover up the whites instead they wash away like water against these blank walls as if your love for me was never real anyway as if i was nothing to be lost to be thrown away as if the greens blues oranges can stay but you were yellow you covered up so much space so much time as if it symbolizes your impact on me how i cannot forget this rendezvous we have once or twice or just whenever you feel like how can you not forgive me? i never forgiven myself either.

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