Your skin was sapphire
But it wasn't resplendent
It was constantly stuck in crepuscular light
You blushed deep shades of bluebell petals
And your roots drunk my thoughts hungrily
You painted me in trust
Like pollen coating soil
But you were still bruised despite being,
Perfect.
Maybe you were bruised
Because you kept falling for people
That
Just
Didn't
Catch you.
i would catch you dead love .
