if you were a color you would be purple, for our life was an everlasting garden of pretty purple-pink candyfloss.
it laid on wooden rounded sticks and the sun was our enemy. but now it subsides and the moon bruises our velvet sugar threads. it wasn’t the same, it has gotten crescent darker than before. maybe because you've hidden behind the clouds and left no traces but a heavy aching, death-driven frequency of lighting strikes piercing through every bone in my body.
how can you be so unfair with me? you told me to live for you but now im living in monochrome without you. in the shadow of your absence there are no longer pink nor purple rays but a haunting pulsation now faded into the loss of grayscale.
my world can no longer recognize light but the moon in your embrace. i carry it like a torch of memory as its weight hasten every thought of you and the purple crumbs you left behind, and it kills me to think that they will never lead me back to you ever again.
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delilah
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17, Still Can't Swim
Poetryshe took madness too seriously, all written in paper with her own blood.
