blue is the color of the sky when I'm looking at it but he's looking at me
red is the color of his love, pouring out of his hands and into my heart
red is also the color of the pain,
the pain
he slams me into the wall and all I think is
RED
pain, but also love
we hurt the ones we love
or so
he told me
i cannot feel colors anymore
my world is black and grey
the emotion has drained
left a black hole where a soul should be
and he
didn't
even
care
he made me feel blue and red and lust and love and pain and wonder
and he
didnt
even
care
how can i put myself back together again when he took the biggest piece?
How can he take all of the colors away
and leave nothing but
black
and grey?
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Tainted
Poetryd e a t h what an elusive thing Terrifying, but b e a u t i f u l. --- Tainted is an ongoing collection of poems and things that strike a little too close home to my tortured soul.
