an ode to the loveless, these are for you.

adolescence; anarchy (fuck your normal)

i don't wish to fall into the ways of old,
the ropes of restriction are slowly tightening at my neck.
resistance is the knife that will cut them off.

let me run,
free me,
don't call me your baby if we're not meant to be.

anarchy!
shoot me, honey.

i'm not just another catch,
i come with one.
don't tie me down or you'll scare me off,
my indigo aura is not meant for your harsh orange radiance.

please don't turn down my brightness,
because no matter if you can see me or not i'm going to walk into the fire.

you can either be with me or without, but the ladder is universally less desired.

"can you see the blue that surrounds the moon too?"

never more have i wanted to run barefoot through a villages cobblestone streets, with a long flowing dress trailing behind me.

maybe it's blue, or green, or whichever color you prefer me in.

but either way,
if you look hard enough,
indigo surrounds me.
it's in my eyes and my hair,
it shines through my voice and laugh.

and why you try to silence it?
i haven't a clue.

"do you wish to start a revolution? i'll gladly be the leader."