Togetherness killed them;
but loneliness, too.
They were a couple,
but that's all people knew.
And the reason for a shared bed was non-existent;
'Cause their relationship was gruesome, sick and twisted.
But they loved to fight;
and when they did
it tasted utterly sweet.
She threw blueberry jam all over him;
And at the end,
his identity had more stains than his skin.
But he abused her, too;
the only difference is that
her specks were a tinge more blue.
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| Colors of Humanity |
PoetryMy attempt at describing people, relationships and stories through color related poems. But since blue, red or yellow are so vague, I will get more specific... [Some might be triggering or unsettling] Highest rank: #340 in poetry (6th July, 2016) #3...
