paint me like the clouds in the skies
spattered light blues and mid greys and soft whites
paint me like the sunset in your eyes
the cool yellows and warm oranges and hot reds
i don't know what to do without you
i'm really not, really not on my meds
and i know, don't say it
but i'm happy without them. these clouds in my head
are like mountains
mountains to climb
like perpetual fountains
all the colours in the sky
right there right in front of my eyes
and then there's you
standing there like the skies.
do you think they can hear my cries?
i'll stop.
i'm getting ahead of myself.
maybe i need to put those thoughts on a shelf
and just take a minute and watch you
you, you beautiful you, with ability to render me
into the person i really want to be
you can take my pieces and make them beautiful
but maybe i should learn to do that on my own
and put down this damn phone
because i can't have you until i can fix me.
but maybe
but m a y b e
you can help me along.
c a r e-c a r e-c a r e-f u l l y.
a/n: now before you ask no i'm not on meds or depressed or have anxiety (that i know of), but the sentiment of the poem is personal to me. i do want to try and change myself and better myself and love myself and while i can try and do it on my own, i do want some help or at least some company to help me be me. in the context of the poem just think of it as a little story somewhat detached from myself. also i am in no way trying to glorify or romanticise mental illness. while i haven't been diagnosed with anything i do struggle sometimes so just know that.
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cloudy days.
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