3 Ringed Brain Circus

Pink

Pink

Pink

 

She wanted it

It's what I wanted too

The thing we wanted

 

I'm sure for a while she was going

To show my walls had come down

Together. Could it be?

 

To move on

But I was hoping you'd notice my

Both of us covered in

 

Pink blood

Pink blood was dripping all over

Pink blood

 

Was it actually a sign

She wanted to move on

It has been infected by

 

Was it possible? That it's

Plus

An overabundance of 

 

The heart wanting what it wants

It's my fault after all

Secrets and bleach

 

A desire for that pre-k love affair

Alchemy always was a dangerous game

Not to mentioned boiled

 

With a scab

And I played it well

Creating the ultimate love potion

 

Could it be true

Together

Death potions are just as easy

 

Yet when I wanted you to notice my

After all we both saw eachother

To brew, as love potions of 

 

Pink

In Pink

Pink

 

You walked by

Or perhaps all this time

Her heart is elsewhere

 

I'm sure he is nice

I'm sure she is nice

I'm sure he is nice.

 

This poem is about: 
Me
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