rose-coloured
those blue eyes lied
you hid them under
the first arc of a rainbow
on a warm spring day
...but one seemingly photoshopped
to be not as red.
your tears made the rain
and you called for me
from room 313
your sweetness
permeated my madness...
everyone else was afraid
you would hold a shotgun
to their figure in the doorway
but I knew better
shackled to your bed
you screamed for freedom
but when you saw me you smiled
I visited you and we shared
crackers and tang.
I wanted to protect you
our cold, empty lockers read
"Westeel Sunshine"
with no comforts of home
in our dyslexic moments;
forever blue.
I played songs by Lisa Marie Presley
singing along angrily with "Now What?"
and writing lines of poetry to forget him
because I didn't know what else to do --
"you're an idiot and I hate your guts!"
those words spoke to me
but you weren't the idiot, he was
I needed to get him out of my life
Dr. Bender knew cause he was the only one
who bothered to listen...
...and you, with your rose-coloured glasses
you taught me how to love.
xx
P.S. --I hope you found someone to love you
And the shackles hold you back no more...
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