How can this be happy?
How may my heart skip a beat at a color?
I'm accustomed to the moon.
I've been burned by the sun.
I don't understand the brush of water over the slap, I mistake them both for the other.
This path that was started for me,
Midnight tinted and bled through everything.
I hated it, it hated me.
Cracked veneer of lavender with the seeping onyx.
Maintain, maintain.
Cold was my home, it was all I knew.
I have to keep it up, shove it out.
Heathered imperfecality.
I hated it.
I hated me.
Electricity easily made me lose my mind;
A look at the spark that jump started my life.
Innocent and tainted, wild and domesticated.
The veneer burned up in cerulean, and I worked it out.
Periwinkle scraped through with claws that kiss me.
It loves me.
I love it.
Hold me, Tiffany and cornflower rain.
Shatter me open tentatively, let the indigos shine through.
Arctic eyes, don't talk to me anymore.
My heart is in trouble of cobalt joy.
Am I ready for that?
The cold fire that warms me up?
Will you warm me up?
Yes.
You will, you've already begun.
Am I in love?
