my eyes are black and white and shades of grey
and yours reflect rainbows and humility and some
love-turned-toxic i could have had
(if i wanted.)
was nothing good enough for you?
your inconceivable notions are
s t i l l
haunting me.
while i was never anything more than
a reckless narcicissm with a
weakness for addiction(musical disorder
in my mind)
you held me up and cut me down,
all in a procession of love and hate
so strong i'm still
(b l i n d)