“𝓐𝓷𝓭 𝓵𝓮𝓽 𝓪𝓵𝓵 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓭𝓪𝓶𝓪𝓰𝓮 𝓭𝓪𝓶𝓪𝓰𝓮 𝓶𝓮?”
— renegade, big red machine ft. taylor swift
you're the blue in my heart. you're always there. a piece that became a scarred thing that i couldn't deny nor ignore. a part of you lingers. you're jagged and weak. barely out of breath. the nightmares scarred your sanity and even if i cloak you with my sunshine, you eat it like nothing happens. all that's left is that miniscule of hope - hoping that you will be fine. but i know, i'm just lying to myself. the cigarette kisses we shared in that fateful midnight rain lits me up and burns me further and i'm still carrying the burns that you gave me - marking me. your sharp pieces make me bleed and i'm just lying on the kitchen floor, gasping for the air we shared, that intoxicated scent that makes us crazy from time to time.
you speak of words with flowers armed with poisonous thorns. you touched me here and there, as if telling me to stay - to stay while you're battling with your illusions and hallucinations. and here i am, still holding on. where can i stay? when you're not even know yourself anymore. while i am carrying the damage you inflicted everywhere. i'm bleeding. but maybe, that's fine. i've been bleeding ever since i choose to love you.
isn't it insensitive for me to say? to fix yourself in order for me to love you freely. i want to be with you - and your cigarette kisses and intoxicating scent of berries.
- Sailer, excerpts from the backburner