I'm crashing.

I'm breaking

My fingertips are shaking

Somewhere someone is falling

In love

A storm is forming

On the other side of the world

Someone is dyeing

My skin is changing colours,

My lips are burning red

Shadows of bluepurple across my hips, green rims my eyes

I'm going Technicolor.

-All interchangeable skin.

The boy I wish I had tells me, So bright eyes, where are you going?

I tell him they are Blue

Bright eyed, I am not.


A/n: take me for a drive somewhere