“Is this real?” I whisper, tracing your veins, breathing you in.
“Is what real?” you ask, lacing your fingers through mine, watching me watch you.
“This. You. Me. Everything.”
You look at me and for a minute I’m scared –--I’m scared you’ll see through me, you’ll know that I have no shade of my own. I’m only a tangle of leftover colour, stolen colour, a beautiful mess, a Liar.
“I’m real”, you say, a smile playing havoc with your lips as you reach out to me bridging the gap between fantasy and verity.
I hold on, it's the least I can do.
Only you would call a stain a rainbow.
Only you could call me Colourblind.
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6 comments:
“You know you're in love when you can't fall asleep because reality is finally better than your dreams.”
You know it's true.
Love the last two lines.
And your brother acted in Slumdog?!
Who, when, how??
He's the middle Salim, the kid with the gun.
Long story.
Thank you :)
it tears me to have to submit, in love. but it still makes me. bitter sweet.
Hey.
I know you don't know me. And I also know that this might sound creepy, considering I came across your blog so randomly and just...stayed.
Listen. Your writing is fabulous. I'm not going to do the "keep writing" bit because I think you will. The way you write, the words go right inside you, tear your heart out and place it in front of you - so that all of "we dont feel people" dont have a choice but to look at its ugly feelings.
I just...love it. Thought it was pure injustice to have my ego hold me back from saying it.
Really. Great, GREAT going.
Hey, I juuust read what you wrote.
Thank you (: It's an addiction now, I need to bleed myself out.
And I'll let you in on a secret, I still parade as a 'I don't feel' person but shush =P
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