CORNFLOWER BLUEi have an obsession with tracing my veins in permanent marker.
it's obvious that ink poisoning doesn't faze me in the least, but not much does anyways. death is inevitable, so who cares if i want to die in black and white? id be a masterpiece. i would be something made with my own hands, and not those of a deity i don't belong to.
I'd have to let my nails grow out first. i don't think nails grow after you're dead, so I'll need to make mine super long beforehand, and probably paint them that blue sparkly color you love so much.
that way when you see me, open casket, surrounded by those bright yellow roses we both know my mother would pick, you actually feel something for me.
im tired of being plain compared to your other adventurous girls. with their dyed hair and naturally rosy cheeks and indie rock vinyls you could sing to for hours.
whenever you disappear, i know you're at the bottom of some closed swimming pool with your clothes on, preaching about the inevitability of death to a pink-lipped, shy goddess.i bought all of your classical music for my car, to fill the silence sometimes. i know how you hate road conversations.
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blue pools x pink skies
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