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i used to love colours in my childhood ;
though i did not understand them,
rainbows were a favourite of minei met you and you ridded me of the colour
red, my blood, which poured from external cuts and internal wounds. you simply put a band aid and kissed it better
green, my hair, which you ridiculed and talked me down for━ you pushed me to cut it and yet still called me pretty
blue, my tears, which blurred my vision and made me lose my sight, but you said don't worry i will be your eyes for the rest of your life
purple, my bruises, which decorated my skin like ugly, permanent tattoos and you told me that lilac was my colour
i have become the aurora borealis ;
i must have been colourblind to not see your true colours
YOU ARE READING
philosophy of the stars, ° ᵖᵒᵉᵗʳʸ
Poezja❀˚࿐ ❪ each of our tiny worlds are what create the universe ❫