i was colored stupid.
my rose glasses was shading the
that was your true blue.
i wasn’t prepared for the crash but recovered quickly because i saw it all happen yesterday on black with a splash of
do i still think of you?
its like a child remembering their first thunderstorm.
thier first moment they knew they were scared of the dark.
it was there all along but it maximize in size.
i’m at the aftermath.
i missed the action, the
you gave me. my first stop sign.
yet a part of me still misses the
toothy grin off your lying face.