you wrapped yourself in me
because you had no color of your own.
i saw my own brilliant blues
and violets, my own reds and pinks
splayed across your skin and
falling from your lips and fingers,
and i mistook my vibrancy for yours.
my colors seep out of you
for everyone to see.
you paint your poems
with what you have left
of your time with me.
YOU ARE READING
poetry for the poetic: 5
Poetrythis is my fifth poetry book on this profile! please check out my other 4 x thank you for reading ❤️
