The sky is blue first, familiar like his face. the sky is blue, like my back; i've been lying for too long now. blue, like the shirt that is no longer white, lying at the back of my wardrobe, undesired. i thought they'd be cleaner, better but they are blue. i think i'll wear them because i'm too. the sky turns purple, as i finally get up from the bed, with marijuana pumping in my veins. i'm wearing a blue t-shirt and sadness. i'm flying in the purple sky. i forget his face but not for long. i'll fall, like the sun. the sky is red like my favourite lipstick, like his favourite dress, like the blood on my thighs. the blade isn't too sharp, but i think it's helping. the sky turns yellow. yellow like the daisies. i uproot them and put it in a vase. they'll die, but in my messed up room, unkempt for weeks, they're bringing order. i feel yellow, i wash the blue t-shirt. they are white now, like they always were. like they were supposed to be. the sky roars, and at last it rains.🌈☁ #repost.
Sometimes the better thing to do is to let go.
Never fall in love with a writer
he will tell you that you are beautiful without ever actually saying it
he will never expect anything from you and yet will be yours forever
he will tell you the stories of the world and make you believe that the world is beautiful
he will always belong to you but would never be completely yours
he will write prose about you and your love yet won’t say a word when you ask if he loves you
he will tell the world what you mean to him without speaking a word
he will make you smile even while fighting his own battles
he will compare your eyes to stars and your love to the sea
he will see things that are not visible to you
he will find beauty in your flaws
he will call your scars a thing of a beauty
he will say you remind him of flowers
he will write about your disagreements and fights
he won’t seek approval from the world
he would always stand by you and your beliefs
don’t ever fall in love with a writer
he is going to immortalize you.