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Jun 2018
it’s 4:04am and i am laying on a bed of ashes
half burnt cigarettes have formed a sort of nest around me and i’m holding my breath so that the blanket i’ve surrounded myself with has no chance of blowing away
perhaps i should have used the same technique for you, held my breath until a nice shade of purple set in
pressed my lips both shut, and around you
held in each thought i let go so freely in your presence and let it suffocate me like the rest of them

but you felt so different

all it took was a smile and somehow the air in my lungs executed a perfect evacuation plan immediately
easily maneuvering past my panicked attempts to keep it in
grey was my new favorite color ever since you showed up
you splatter painted me in it, each flick of your paintbrush colored a piece of me and she reveled in it
soaked it up and began to bleed drops of rainy days
the grey area has never been a comfortable place for me. black& white suit me much better. sitting atop the wall, simply teeter towering between up and down... but he made the view from the wall worth it.. and now he’s gone.
jai
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jai  20/F/texas
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