three.
"hey."
in that three lettered word she stumbles and utters his name in her head,
with the three lettered word as an anchor she tries to not drown in the blueness of his eyes,
the shortness of the three lettered word mistook the quiver of her voice with the cold rather than the explosions of emotions within her.
"i need you."
those three words. stronger than in the form of love, in her case, stronger than a galvanised iron,
stronger than superman in the absence of kryptonite.
those three words an innocent hook she didn't realize she threw into an empty ocean,
those three words too short for him to really hear the need in her voice.
"everest."
that three syllable name, with it's coolness and pride, as per the meaning of his name. she found herself wrapped up within the three syllable word, warmer than her blankets when she lays at night.
that three syllable word, though, could never be enough for her to call him and have him hear her.
violet.
a girl with wishes far too impossible for shooting stars to make come true.
a girl with expectations far too dangerous than blades beneath her feet.
a girl who created a path made of eggshells for her whole life.
a girl with a name that was never been called by the people she wishes to be called by.
and then you look up, there's a rainbow.
but look closer, you won't find violet.
for she had cried rain and created the rainbow.
(i don't really know what i intended with this.)
