Blue
Your eyes seem to stare right through
My body as your lips continue
To capture mine, oh so smooth
Black
There was no turning back
From the feeling of attack
As I knew this was a trap
Green
You were clearly seen
By me, and I was never mean
Your soul was far from clean
Pink
Memories begin to shrink
As I begin to think
Of why I let you let me sink
Love
All you did was shove
My feelings under the rug
And now I'm high above
I don't need you
YOU ARE READING
phosphenes
PoetryA collection of poems about mental health, identity and love. TW AND CW FOR POSSIBLY TRIGGERING TOPICS.
