I feel in shapes and colours
And scenes like in movies
You are olive green and triangles
And circles and aquamarine
And most of the world is gray and oblong
Flowers grow in time lapsed spirals
Music is everything and nothing
Missing you is navy blue
Sometimes it’s yellow, too
What colours do I exude?
I don’t have a clue
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
grasping at straws trying to find the words anything, in any language, that could possibly do you justice. an impossible feat writer's block returns to me flabbergasted, swallowed whole by this feelin