My Bittersweet Obsession
My words are inked blue
While yours are of every hue
This is my piece of soul ink
Unto the paper it is spilled
At first his mind wandered
Wandered through the waves barely touching the surface
But in the end his heart sank to the bottom
No soul can swim deep enough to reach it
DEEP
You think I have problems due to my lack of speech
I know you have problems due to my lack of speech
YOU ARE MY FAVORITE SONG
Everyone has that song
That one song that
Hold all the meaning
That tells their story
Even if in some small insignificant way
The song that make them
Laugh
Cry
And grin like an idiot
But for me that song isn’t a song at all
For me it is the sound of your voice
I see things in colors
Blue
Green
Red
Yellow
Orange
White
Black
But this this I painted for you
With different shades of blue
Because everyone's a little blue
Your shades there just a little darker
The deepest thoughts come moments before
Slumber
Slowly forgotten and replaced with nightmares and false realities
Dark blue sweater
Light blue eyes
Ice blue lips
Heart pale blue
You chuckled
And I realised
You were different the second the smile faltered on your lips
Quickly disappeared
Love was once the reason for my every breath
Then it was the bridge to my death
But to a shattered boy such as me
It was the brightest light I ever saw
My mind is corrupted
Keep those smiles of your to yourself
To only yourself
Otherwise i'll want more
Need more
My mind is plagued
So never let these hands of mine
Touch yours again
If you do
I won’t be able to draw a line
Cold hands are what held you
They were mine
Frostbitten and blue
Your hands were fragile
Yet they still hold mine
All our little while
Our hand
Hot and cold
But that never mattered did it
Your held mine
And my frigid soul
His breath was laced with desperation
And with that faint chemical taste
You knew he’d lost his way
I looked at the watch
It read 9:00pm
You said you’d be here a 2:00pm
Yet here I wait
11:43, 17 minutes to midnight
And you’re still nowhere to be seen
It all feels the same but I’m shivering
And you never came
Your words beg to differ
But they spout lies
They spout lies
Through your transparent eyes
You heart shows
Dye the roses a madder red with the frivolous ink these words have spilled
I breathe in my last breath of unsaid air as the last petal falls
I slipped the bullet in the chamber
Right that was true
Pulled the so tightly the metal trigger
Right that was you
Feel the air leave you as you breathe out
I circulates once again taking a different route
As it forgets you and enters another mouth
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