permanent damage

like all the other happy colours we never did blend in

and caring less meant no hurt

there’s no war without blood mixed with dirt

but red looks like art on a body of grey

and there’s pain even if you leave, even if you stay

maybe you were beautiful but toxic

my mind deteriorated, body turned frail

too lovesick

when I was broken into fragments of humiliation and the loss of pride

feeling unwanted and cyanide

bridges burnt and rebuilt with the feeling of guilt

our creation is temporary but the damage is permanent