If I talk about love, I'll need to talk about how
i'd drain all the blood out of my body and let my skin turn blue
So, you could love me for once.
You once said that you loved the colour blue, and in the process to paint myself as a beautiful tee swallow
I became alexithymic and was simply hollow. I'm everything, except myself.
I desire to be the moon, but i despise all its scars.
I desire to be a bird, who will sing in pain but still wouldn't be heard.
I desire to paint myself blue, and become someone you'd love, someone that's completely new