I hugged the thought of you,
but the bruise's still hasten
the reflection of me in the mirror.
Was this me, or was this the naughty
boy you told me I was,
without a word spoken.
Can I only fall so many times?
I'm always tripping over your insecurities?
Why would I be your anger vocalized
on my features
never the face.
Where reality sinks in,
showing your guilt,
hidden under a cloth of luminous pain.
It shines in so many colours that ache when
ever they arise.
Some shades deeper than a reflection,
and I weep on those rainbows inside,
for nothing is bright,only shades linger.
I was never the gold at the end
of the rainbow.
You just thought I was the puddle,
trying to forfeit the brightness,
I was a rainbow that shined,
in the pain of your misgivings.
Jun 22, 2018
Jun 22, 2018 at 5:10 PM UTC
I hugged the thought of you,
but the bruise's still hasten
the reflection of me in the mirror.
Was this me, or was this the naughty
boy you told me I was,
without a word spoken.
Can I only fall so many times?
I'm always tripping over your insecurities?
Why would I be your anger vocalized
on my features
never the face.
Where reality sinks in,
showing your guilt,
hidden under a cloth of luminous pain.
It shines in so many colours that ache when
ever they arise.
Some shades deeper than a reflection,
and I weep on those rainbows inside,
for nothing is bright,only shades linger.
I was never the gold at the end
of the rainbow.
You just thought I was the puddle,
trying to forfeit the brightness,
I was a rainbow that shined,
in the pain of your misgivings.
Not all dads are awesome some are just plain fuck-wits in my case step-dad
