escapril '20

pink like your brain //4-14-20//

i wish i could have your mind
[your coral pink like brain,
the kind of coral like pink
that the sea floor is made of]
because the way you conceptualize
and beautify everything you see
is the stuff the best stories are made of
[you're the one character
in your favorite novel
who lights up the room
when they give just a smile]

i'd like to take a trip inside your skin
[your blood red insides
and deep blue veins]
counting the constellation
drawn upon your cheeks
and savoring the midnight breeze
that is your hair
[the kind of midnight breeze
that almost feels too cold,
until you wrap yourself in a sweater
and kiss your lover goodnight]

i'd love to spend a day in your shoes
but i'm far too afraid to
because i know what i'd see:
[the way you believed yourself to be]
stone white like the icy complexion of your face
[something i'd always adored in you
but others looked down upon
because it wasn't a deep caramel like every other girl]
or black like your so called dead heart
[something you'd told me
that you thought of yourself
one night filled with confession
from both of us]

i'd hate to know all the things
you truly loathe about yourself,
because you're my
bright and blue galaxy
and if a black hole
were ever to swallow you up
i'd loose my one last spark.