love, crush, desire,

i yearned with a full

heart and a closed-off

mind and it made me

lose my marbles. it itched,

but i couldn’t scratch

my brain. and my my my, i’m

silently fuming and crying

about that moment they simply

brushed over, haven’t they got

the faintest idea that they stabbed

me in my heart with their ignorance?

why can’t they remember, when it

sometimes feels like the only thing

left on my mind? i broke my brain down

and it turned into mush. a paste was

made of it and i used the darkest

colours to make a painting and

forgot about the light colours just like

i did about my positive thoughts.

what use do they have anyway, when

the negativity invariably triumphs?

tell me, darling, what would you have

done with my light soul? would you

have caressed it? would you have

taken it between your big hands and

cared for it like it was your mum’s?

or would the darkest colours inevitably

start to paint your life together as well?