You changed me.
You changed everything about me.
I thought in blue and reds while you think in indigo and scarrlets. You painted the sky with every motion from your finger tips. The canvas swirled with your artistic touch. Your metallic blue pierced right through me. Now forever a lilac shade of self hate, but thats okay.
Not all colors are meant to be perfect. Because each is infested with complete and utter beauty. You just changed me, possibly for the worst. But im okay with that.
You thought in poems and spoke in paragraphs. Making my newly sentences, essays. Making me now think of you in novels. Which, to my lack of surprise you only think of me now in phrases, while i wrote a trilogy of you.
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This is a bit all over the place. And may not make much sense. But ehh. Tysm lovelies cx
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Metanoia
Poetry"YOU LEFT BRUISES I CANNOT ERASE WITH FOUNDATION THIS TIME" These are just really shitty old poems tbh But i hope you guys are well c: © [Ranked #467 || poetry] [[Completed]]
