i am
not the low creature
you make me feel likei am kind
thoughtful
caring
selflessbut i am also flawed
jealous
insecure
scaredyou only saw me in black and white
but i am
a plethora
of color
YOU ARE READING
The Ramblings of a Broken Heart
Poetryif dreams are our brains trying to process reality, then these ramblings are my attempt to process my broken heart.
love is (color)blind.
i am
not the low creature
you make me feel likei am kind
thoughtful
caring
selflessbut i am also flawed
jealous
insecure
scaredyou only saw me in black and white
but i am
a plethora
of color