“You were red and you liked me because I was blue
You touched me and suddenly I was a lilac sky
And you decided purple just wasn’t for you”
“You’re dripping like a saturated sunlight
You’re spilling like an overflowing sink
You’re ripped at every edge but you’re a masterpiece
And now I’m tearing through the pages and the ink”
“Everything was blue
His pills, his hands, his jeans
And now I’m covered in the colors
Pulled apart at the seams”
“Art is not what I create. What I create… Is chaos.”