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you fucked my heart
like a colouring book:
blank pages, ripped,
thrown across the outline
of the bed or the balcony,
contamined by a chunk of green wax
scribbling a monochromatic platitude.
trace the veins with a felt-tip marker;
maybe a ballpoint pen the size of the
pacific ocean, the colour of the moon;
maybe an empty crayon box beneath
a toddler's pillow fort --- that kid, you
stole his crayons to colour something
else you stole. but he couldn't colour
in the lines, and neither can you. you
cut them, lying all the way to the front
of the queue. you cut the silhouettes,
the ones you're too lazy to add red to.
and it reminds me of how you
cut my blackandwhite arteries
and leave a trail of unfinished
cartoons on perforated scraps
of paper, ergonomically wrong
and adorned with dried up ink
to match the dried up emotion
you filtered through.
add red because you lit my soul on fire.
add blue because you're like cyanide.
add yellow because your eyes shine
like a billion goddamned suns,
and now we've got all the
primary colours for a secondary affair.
now add a whole fucking rainbow,
and meet me where the gold should be.
stop halfway and turn back.
you're colourblind, anyway.
like a colouring book:
blank pages, ripped,
thrown across the outline
of the bed or the balcony,
contamined by a chunk of green wax
scribbling a monochromatic platitude.
trace the veins with a felt-tip marker;
maybe a ballpoint pen the size of the
pacific ocean, the colour of the moon;
maybe an empty crayon box beneath
a toddler's pillow fort --- that kid, you
stole his crayons to colour something
else you stole. but he couldn't colour
in the lines, and neither can you. you
cut them, lying all the way to the front
of the queue. you cut the silhouettes,
the ones you're too lazy to add red to.
and it reminds me of how you
cut my blackandwhite arteries
and leave a trail of unfinished
cartoons on perforated scraps
of paper, ergonomically wrong
and adorned with dried up ink
to match the dried up emotion
you filtered through.
add red because you lit my soul on fire.
add blue because you're like cyanide.
add yellow because your eyes shine
like a billion goddamned suns,
and now we've got all the
primary colours for a secondary affair.
now add a whole fucking rainbow,
and meet me where the gold should be.
stop halfway and turn back.
you're colourblind, anyway.
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falling sickness.
one.
he reminded you of comets colliding and holding your breath underwater and bedtime stories. he was your rainbow, your sunny sky, your ledge to hold onto and the song you fell asleep listening to each night.
you couldn't get him out of your head.
you didn't even want to.
two.
there was no choice, no other option. there was nothing - nothing but him and the promises in his eyes and the whispers from his lips.
there was nothing but falling.
three.
he made you smile, made you laugh, made you want to live again. the two of you would go to the park just to watch the shadows chase each other on the ground. he'd hold your hand and tell y
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promise to play this on silent
hello
just promise me youre listening.
since once you get used to being ignored for long enough, its nice to pretend that you could be something. that you could say something that matters. and that somewhere, someone is listening. and for now, ill make believe that youll make everything better. that the air will taste like sunshine even though its been raining for days. or that my heart isnt disconnected and that maybe my lips will get the message. or even that for the next two and half minutes youll love me.
ill make believe.
ill make believe you.
ill make believe you c
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drunk
i swear to God the
ground's a magnet and that's why
i keep falling down.
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you really are.
and this sucks.
(but you don't)
and this sucks.
(but you don't)
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I... m'love is colourblind... and well, why does this relate so much to me when I don't really even know you?