blue pools x pink skies

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dedicated to breakfasting bc idk man they're just pretty rad :P

BABY BLUE

"your eyes look like flowers."

i look up from my crossword, trying to kill the roses blooming in my cheeks. i associate embarrassment with death, i guess.
the diner is as loud as ever; my waitress uniform as tight as ever. i feel like im going to bloom out of it at any moment.

it's not an unusual thing for you to say; just last week you said my skin caught on fire when the sun went up. i collapsed in your ribcage, desperately trying to burn you too. it was the first time you were there to watch the sunrise with me; wrapped in outdated pink gingham sheets and my old swim team t-shirt with your hair draped around your shoulders. i love you in your most natural form, when you are careful not to scratch me with your fingernails.

of course, i was reminded of how much they have hurt me when you left my bed undone and my phone untouched until the sky turned its faded blue to a grey-purple. until i was cold from airing my soul on the balcony; until i had to face the fact that you only care about yourself when the sun's up.

you don't compliment, you observe. and i should've known from the start i wasn't intriguing enough for you.