That there’s no point of living the days when the world
consists of nothing but spectrums of grey
But I adore your withered veins
And I admire your shattered remains
I want to wipe away your past; your insecurities and fears
and pain
You chuckled and told me that I’m insane
With clenched fist you held your breath when we kissed
I closed my lids and flexed my lips;
Grateful for the things we cannot undid
