PALETTE

baby blue | 25.2.17

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can you tell me you love me and mean it?

i root through old school yearbooks scanning lists of awardees searching for your name so i can see it one more time: this is your fault for blocking me off all your social media. you've turned me into something i don't recognise- you've twisted me into a dark thing, bone thin and always hungry, starving for a taste of you.

can you tell me everything will be alright and mean it?

i'm having a hard time pulling fact out of lies and what really gets to me is how good you were at spinning them. this is real good craftsmanship. a masterpiece. you have had me beat at my own game friend-

can you tell me you're over him and mean it?

i'm getting tired of starting conversations only to be interrupted by you choking on his name lodged in your throat. it's a knife you swallowed because you still haven't learnt not to play with sharp objects, and i have to stand there and sigh as i am sprayed with a fine mist of blood as i reach tentative fingers down your throat.

i know this is your favourite colour and for you it means sweet summer flowers or some soft powdery shit but honestly everytime i see baby blue i see the faint webs of veins under your skin and how much i'd like to slice them out-

what have you turned me into?

- baby blue is for monstrosity