Monday, December 22

This is supposed to be a song.

“Purples and Blues”
December 22, 2003

I turned on the lamp on my bedside table
But I remembered that I don’t dance for you anymore
You said “I love you” when I stumbled into your bathroom that morning
That morning when you held my hair back
And made sure that I made it home alright

The mascara has fallen beneath my eyes
And it’s running down my chin
The purples and blues of the bruises I gave you
Are reflected in the puddles on the floor of your bathroom

The way our mouths tasted after we chewed the bubble gum you stole
Reminds me of how I’d like to think I don’t hurt so bad
when I can’t taste you anymore
You’ve ripped your angel wings off
And now they’re bleeding on the floor

The mascara has fallen beneath my eyes
And it’s running down my chin
The purples and blues of the bruises I gave you
Are reflected in the puddles on the floor of your bathroom

I just wanted to say that I love you too

Zoe thinks really deep thoughts @ 4:58 PM

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