Everything was too colorful-
When you can't separate one thing from another.
As the loathing of the mirror suddenly goes- horrible
And you keep thinking 'Why. Even. Bother.'
So I stared into the sun
But only found hatred
For my scars
For my lies
My hopes-
dreams-wishes-fears-accidental wrongs-clothes-home-family-fall outs-catches-misses-mess ups-fails at fixing-anger-friends-
love
Because I. Can't. Possibly. Love. Someone.
I was going in and out of being okay with swimming in the sea-
And drowning in it.
But
I found
A raft
You.
People.
Who write.
And read what I write.
Who might also find too much anger in the sun.
Poems that tie us like string.
Small-
But still holding on.
This is not the story of one person
But everyone that can connect with
Their Poison Words
and
Acid Breath
This is for me-
But also for you
For this who have seen or have too much color
This is The Black Confession
The honest truth of myself
And you
It feels silly to ask-
Will you join me?
If you know what I mean.
Dedicated
To the moon.
