Daisy Chains

❝ we're just fumbling through the grey, trying to find a heart that's not walking away. ❞ [ a collection of drabbles, musings and poetry ]


9. reflections


the mirror used to reflect a smudged grayscale of wasted ink and pencil sketches,

but you helped reveal watercolours in my smile and turn this blank canvas into a masterpiece.

and now it's you who sees cold coffee in your eyes and wilted leaves in your hair,

and i wish i could find the words to tell you that i don't see what you see;

i see a boy with blood like sunrise and arms like the first day of summer.

but the words keep getting trapped in my throat

and i wonder if you'll ever know just how beautiful you are to me


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