Your ink was every shade of blue the mind can taste, just like my eyes. My mind was a glass rainbow shattered across the floor. Your's a never-ending galaxy of inspiration - ebony like my favorite pen. The more we tried to capture each other our failed attempts and gorgeous scribbles only brought us closer to being able to truly define ourselves.
I know you're not around I hope you found yourself, and just so you know
I still love you.
I've only ever loved you.
And I like to think you just "died" saving me.
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