your anger was blue
all tears and spur of the moment ideas
a blue flame is hotter than a red one
that's how i see you
and your tongue slicing me open
again and again
you don't see me
you don't see your little girl
who you'd told 2 hours earlier
"you make me so proud,
you know that, right?"
because your anger is blue and forgetting
forgetting that i bleed red
and my face holds every feeling towards you
namely regret and mourning
i mourn you, my mother
all the time
even though
i am curled in your lap
when I do.
YOU ARE READING
ramblings of a blurry-eyed girl
Randomi write, you read. i pretend that i will finally equate to something other than an afterthought. but really, thanks for reading my brain vomit :) please be nice lol
