Biography
i’ve been lonely long enough. how long must i withstand this ache- unrequited. i would give all the pools of tears i have accumulated in empty bottles for the eternal sunshine of your spotless mind- as i still sit, (my fingertips yellowed) on my apartment steps every night, listening for your name on the summer breeze. i thought i was a perfect blue, but you coloured me rouge. if even just for a moment.