i just want to feel okay
not live in extremes
walk around in the gray
rather than live in saturation and drown in colors
you say: "THAT WOULD BE BORING, YOU ARE SPECIAL!"
and i reply with: "LET ME BE BORING FOR ONCE, I AM BEGGING YOU."
because this world shoots down the colorful until they are nothing but red
i don't want to be red
i don't want to bleed anymore
let me be gray
let me breathe the same air as you
but let's call it how it is
i am a disaster in the making
a time bomb which has been ticking
a hurricane by design
YOU ARE READING
Raspberry Breath
PoetryA collection of poems I've written in the last few months, which brutally took my breath away. I was dying. I was dying until you breathed the life back into me and it tasted like raspberries.
