periwinkle

fuck have you ever

I mean

has your skin

ever stung

not from cold

but from

his palm

fingers

tendons

muscles

striking at your cheek

I mean

fuck

could you

just imagine his

broken eyes

the moment it

hits him

you used to be so in love

fuck

I'm an idiot

how could he

how did we

have you ever

could you

I mean

if he said he was sorry

soft the way

things were

before words

were a broken record

before wrists

were held instead of hands

before fists

were weapons

before vanilla

Ice cream tasted like blood

cause now

fuck

now everything sweet

has turned sour

and

I mean

could you

would he

forgive me?