i always wanted to paint with him
not necessarily because i was a talented painter
but because i have never
been that gifted with words
they get lost on me in my manic state
especially whenever he was close
but colours
oh, with colours i could express anything
especially my feelings
since they have always been
way too messy for words
and way too much for him to hear
so i'd paint them
and the mere thought
of watching him pick his own colours to use
got me excited enough
makes me want to jump out of my own skin and into his
just to feel his colours
all over me
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.
