i choose you as my poison.

red is the touch of your lips.
orange is the warmth of your hugs.
blue is the cold of your fingers wiping off my tears.
yellow is the joy you brought to my life.
green is the life you gave me.
purple is the strength you planted in my dying self.

now i realized why everything is in black and white

To Have Demons is a Privilege

i mean,
What’s so bad about it?
You will have visitors day and night.

Sure sometimes they make you want to kill yourself.
But hey, the “fun” in funeral?

Sure sometimes they come faster than good morning texts from your lover.
But hey, pain could be addictively romantic too.

Room so empty yet so crowded i can’t even get up and move.
Mind so empty yet so heavy i can’t even think.
Heart so whole yet so broken i can’t even function.