i was blue,
you were sad too.
i didn’t know.
i was red,
every moment
in love with you.

a phone call
asking for help.
i am weak.

i wish you hadn’t told me.
safer within the black. 

my strength tangled with yours
mine is dying
i pray you aren’t.

laying in bed at night
hating yourself.
wishing you didn’t exist.

these words
break me
a sensation
breaking the already broken.

i can hear the words
determined-
to escape
the confinement of his purple soul
onto the line.

when i lay in bed
thinking of you.
no words-
just being overtaken by you.

you picked up the blade
preparing for it to ruin your
delicate skin
in your mind-
ugly
you deserve this.
how could you?

he hands me the blade
to fight his evils
he didn’t know
he fought mine too

i run my fingers along the scars
healed
tracing the outline.
we are healing
i know the pain of each
you didn’t deserve this

you’re on your knee
looking up at me.
soon
with our secret
of the scars beneath
a pretty white dress and a handsome suit.