“Cry me a river” you whispered as i felt your hands choking me, and my lungs running out of oxygen- you tightened your hands around my neck but still your sweet lips i demanded to kiss, you put your lips over mine sucking all the air inside- leaving me in confusion was i choking from your hands or did your lips poisoned mine?
You once asked me if i would die for your love, and i said “it depends” , you held my hips and kissed my neck- but after every kiss you left a mark dancing on my skin, and i thought that was love.
I once told you that you’re making me feel blue, you wrapped your arms around my waist and pulled me closer just to tell me that blue was your favourite colour, with that smile on your face, ever since that day i kept seeing blue hoping it would make you stay. but who thought that blue would ruin my life. Who thought that red would become your favourite colour, i never knew i fell for an artist that likes to paint grey clouds and blue thoughts , cherry wine on the corner of my lip, and lilac skies all over my body?
You kept drugging me with your alcoholic lips, after every blue wave you gave me, You said i remind you of the ocean, you have yet to discover every wave in me- thats why you chocked me every night to see how high my waves are. You said my body was a garden, so you planted lilac all over it.
I look in the mirror and convince myself that im your piece of art- your favourite piece of art, and every curve in my body is your museum.
“Cry me a river” i heard you say as you were planting another lilac, i looked at you realising that all these years I’ve been crying oceans; made of tears and blood and yet i obeyed.
Bittersweet love 