When you kissed me farewell,
Your lips left a mark on my cheek.
Strands of feather locks tickled my skin,
And your scent built a nest in my memory.
You took a piece of me with you that night, and it got tangled up in your noose.
You told me to let you in.
When I did, you smashed in to me
(head first into my heart).
You took one glance at all of my broken glass,
and told me I’ve never looked more beautiful.
You wanted to see my “true colours”.
I scrubbed until the pink was gone,
And I washed away the blue,
until I was nothing more than a subtle grey hue.
You took one look at my faded flesh,
and told me I’ve never looked more beautiful.
You said we’d grow a garden together,
So I let my own flowers wilt,
and I watched as you chopped down my trees […]
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