COLORS.

huit

want

dull, emotionless, tired.

these words resembles you, yoongi.

maybe because your dark brown hair,

faded into a color i don't know the name of.

your pitch-black eyes,

they were once lively.

the blush on your lips are gone,

and even the hue of your dry lips.

expression blank as your canvases,

and i guess your mind too.

it was common for you,

to have that expression.

but now,

you're so cold and numb.

the thought of it hurts me.

the dark circles beneath your eyes,

it was shouting out to me,

saying you're so tired of life.

you laid on the couch, 

with my fingers playing with your locks,

staring deeply into your orbs.

i tried everything.

cracking up lame jokes,

even though i know you're not gonna laugh.

making funny faces,

yet you didn't even budged.

that's when i broke down.

hot tears cascaded down my flushed cheeks,

soft sobs escaping my mouth.

i wanted you to stand up,

hold me up in your arms and against your chest,

and place soft kisses on me till the pain stops.

i wanted you to wipe 

my own salty tears away,

like the way i did to you.

i wanted you to whisper soft nothings

in my ears,

so i could smile again.

but baby, 

i wanted you to be the min yoongi

that i love, again.