.cobalt blue and purple mountain majesty.
have you heard the news that i'm not speechless or redundant anymore?
i stopped painting flowers for you when you let all my colors go down the drain. the chipped dry paint on my palette still remains and i think i like it that way.
it's a reminder of, well, existence. your existence. of all the times i held my breath for you.
then again, i'm really lazy.
as months go by it gets harder to get rid of the paint. it won't go away. but i don't want it to.
i could just throw it away and buy a new one. but i've always been a sucker for your excuses. and my tears are your bread and butter.
but i'll learn to live with the colors i once mixed for your flowers. i'll create new hues over the past ones and learn to live with it.
i can paint over you but you will never disappear. and i don't want you to.
i still hate my guts for not hating your guts.
i stopped painting flowers for you when you let all my colors go down the drain. the chipped dry paint on my palette still remains and i think i like it that way.
it's a reminder of, well, existence. your existence. of all the times i held my breath for you.
then again, i'm really lazy.
as months go by it gets harder to get rid of the paint. it won't go away. but i don't want it to.
i could just throw it away and buy a new one. but i've always been a sucker for your excuses. and my tears are your bread and butter.
but i'll learn to live with the colors i once mixed for your flowers. i'll create new hues over the past ones and learn to live with it.
i can paint over you but you will never disappear. and i don't want you to.
i still hate my guts for not hating your guts.