the sky

I sit here looking at the sky wondering if you are more like a sunset or a sunrise this mark on my arm looks more like a storm black clouds covering the blue sky your pale hands strong too strong wrapped around my arm as you tossed me to the ground I am just an object to you one that changes colors you seem to like the colors black and blue my body is covered stains left by you I love you so much I am sorry I had to escape I still sit here staring at the sky my hands are shaking my head is chaos you are a sunset the sun dies but it is so beautiful until the sky turns to dark you turn dark just like the sky I hate you so much.

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