i've hated everybody since polaroids of fake friends and birthdays decorated the inside of my locker door ever since i'd empty the medicine drawer take too many pills, then take more and be found on my bathroom floor - i've loved every person i've ever met since my wide eyes eyed every girl as a king's bride ever since my wide mind contemplated your two iride sunshines i'd gaze and stare into them until i went blind and i could've looked into those eyes until the day i died, if i tried you gave me bright butterflies, like a white river at sunrise you were the rapid current, and i made sure to capsize
with wide, bright eyes i'd go wonderblind, every time obsessed with the gift of your iride skies even when i cried, even when i tried my best not to lie you opened your eyes, basking my skies with your iride sunshine ever since polaroids of shy walks home and safely locked medicine drawers you always saved me under the guise of iride butterflies~
oh **** did i just write a happy poem? kinda throws my page's theme out the window, so much for consistency of subject i guess. this is for the best, even if the poem is guttershite. have a fantastic day.