i'm sorry i loved you in half.
see, there were crescent moons arranging the valley between my heart and you, and they carefully stretched out the isthmus between you and i into laws to which nature couldn't comply. it was painful; there was paint tainting the tips of my fingers like sin this electric blue, in ode of all the times you admitted you were tainted too. i tried to fix you, but how much longer could colour liken itself with a stain so unlike bleakness to prove we weren't a hopeless hue?
i'm sorry i loved you in half. i tried to colour my way out of it and save us (you) from this darkness but it was never enough.
