we had a good thing, but suddenly our colors didn't match.
i represented red, you represented blue; our colors so divinely made a beautiful shade of purple.
the blue consumed the red, leaving an unbalance of colors as our mixture got darker and darker.
so dark that it unveiled the most unlovely shade of black.
that's where you left me... in a state of an empty, black trench that i would soon think about all the time.
do I blame you or blame the colors for thinking we matched so perfectly?
m.s.
ŞİMDİ OKUDUĞUN
Ballads of Abuse
Şiira story of a girl overcoming her past traumas & abuse by writing them in a collection of ballads.
