PitchBlue

I want your warmth, but I dread your touch, for I will melt onto your skin, losing the very shape that caught your attention. I am scared I will be looked over, and stay unseen. I want your colors, but I fear being painted, for I will lose the elegance that you once sought. I…

Alive or dead? Both.  

For far too long I have been in the past. I wonder if now is the time I move on. From the memories that held me, when I lay on my bed, with my eyes all teary. From the moments that kept me alive, when life felt dark and dreary. You might wonder why I…