so when you tell me your favourite colour's blue,
understand why i can't be with you,
because blue is the colour of his lips,
it's the colour of the bruises on my hips,
it's the colour of the sea, the one i almost drowned in,
it's the colour of our sin,
blue is his colour, he's re-wired me to shudder when i see it,
to see my blood splatter when he threw a fit,AND I'M SORRY, BUT IT'S A DEAL BREAKER.
YOU ARE READING
broodings
Poetryin which a teenage girl writes about girls, goddesses and other shit. ✧・゚: *✧・゚:* 2016