my thoughts at 12 a.m.

Thinking in between.

When I was with you, I only saw shades of blue.

Other days I saw shades of purple with hints of yellow and green.

I fell deeply in love, and I became so naive.

When others told me it was wrong, I justified your actions and said it was love.

Broken glass and empty bottles became my every day life.

At one point I was covered in red,

but when I woke up you said I tripped and hit my head.

I was so intoxicated with your sweet lies,

I couldn't tell you were the devil in disguise.

I've tried to ask for help,

but its like I'm under your spell.

I try to scream out my lungs,

but they get muffled by the picture you painted so well.

I'm in a hospital bed, waking up with excruciating pain,

they tell me words mixed with bottles were thrown at me last night.

I try and deny it, I was willing to take the blame for you,

but tears streams down my face, there was no denying the harm that you caused,

for blue covered my body in places I couldn't paint on my own.

Your love wasn't love, it was death.

And as I took my last breath, I looked at the love of my life

and asked why, but all I got was a goodbye kiss.