i hate the color
grey
because of thunderclouds
and hard concrete sidewalk stoops
and the prevailing sense of
melancholy
that lingers in its corners.
toe the line,
do not step over it.
work hard,
do not labor.
sleep,
do not dream.
push yourself,
not over the abyss.
give,
not everything.
write,
do not bleed words.
feel,
but do not drown.
and i am somewhere
over the line
drawing in black markers
where my heart
rules my world
because i gave it away
where i dream all day
and only wake up for nightmares.
what i will love
will kill me
but at least i know
what heaven tastes like
on my tongue
and that hell burns
beautiful flames.
i will find my place
amongst the black angels
and white devils
where everything,
like me,
is too much.
About the Creator
Sara
Don’t look for love.
Be love.
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Comments (5)
This is gorgeous writing. Oh and I loved how you brought the black and white in (and in an unexpected way) at the end to point back to grey ❤️❤️
You have such a way with words!
Gosh this was so deep! I loved it!
This is so emotive and powerfully written. I loved it
Oh I felt this is my soul