I'm choking on your ianthine voice and spitting out colours of russet lies along with fading shades of "I love you" that used to be a clear azuline but paled to a dull cesious.
I'm coughing up salt water but the waves keep slamming into my lungs and stinging my eyes, stealing my breath. (I can't breathe, I can't breathe, I can't breathe)
My eyes are ***** paint water and they're bleeding down my throat, tainting everything with wasted watercolours that never got to live up to their full potential and as they dry on my cracked skin I-
My bones have turned brittle after all these collisions between me and your ghost, I can feel parts of me starting to break and as I stare into your kaleidoscope eyes one last time I-