• mhm, •
he replied,
his tone
blasébut i only saw
those hues of
mauve splashed across his
thoughts and those
blue irises dripping their
limitless colour,
saturating my
bedsheets
every nightoh, darling;
how long will it take
for you to
cry yourself dry?
YOU ARE READING
passing magic
Poetrypoems written a very, very long time ago. (republished for shits and giggles)