the memory of you touches everything i do
this ruined sink with splattered colours
coated in yellow, green, and blue
i’d paint the world if i thought
it would mean we’d start anew
i’d fill my empty space with lead
if it would bring me back to you
you said one day we would marry and as a grown child, i believed you slipped thorns into my mouth i tried to thank you for the roses but blood came pouring out where are you now? where is my heart? i'
it’s a weird place to be, stuck right in between i’m still in love with you, and i deserve more than you gave me when both are, at once, true i liked you much more before i loved you i liked you bette
you made me feel like you loved me even when you don’t. it was just enough for me, ignoring reality for a dream. though the wool was thin, it sat snug against my eyes, nonetheless. i could sculpt it i