disappointment becomes
hopeful
as black and purple
black and broken
and bruises
and purple becomes your eyes
as black becomes your
psychological
indifference.
do anything just to
see
you
breaking from this
multicolored
violent and
hopeful
state of mind
that
binds us all.
give me fifteen minutes to fix this machine.
this time machine.
my emotional greed,
this neediness,
can disappear.
i had your ear and somehow
now
it could all be some kind of
psychological indifference
we could re-experience.
it's been too long.
i'm all alone.
some psycho dipshit
took us down and...
Was it you?
Or was it me, comatose?