not the break wave, but i am pinned against the pier watching blood seep from new blooms. i am torn from myself, muscle is ripped from bone: anyway, i am alive and i have been. i match my lipcolor to my nailcolor - orange. call out the past. loneliness sours everything - orange ya glad you never loved me, bluesky? i would have brought you along, to my done-day; you could have been the executioner, and i could have been the witch, doomed to drown! you could have put me down yourself - crushing my narrowness into waterscape under the weight of your horizon. doesn't that sound ****? i would have thanked you, and you would have turned dark with rain. anyway, loneliness sours everything.