Indigo.

You remind me of someone terminal
Blistered and pale
bitter and hopeless
you are wrapped in blue eyes and regret
streaming from bloodied fists,

Clutching at the remains of life
You held me in a grave of ashes
laced with decay and splintered bones

you fed me poison from pearlescent fingers
glittering like stars
and I called you my novacaine
swift and sweet
You ran through my veins like blackened epiphany
and I drowned myself in my seawater world of crystal and seaweed
blood, and stone

You faded
leaving me shaking and restless
wretching and rigid in disbelief
like watching the death of a god
with all the grace of a starving junkie

you are no one.
a crumbling diety
hoping for dignity
frantically scrabbling to pick up the pieces
of a broken heart
you're much too afraid to face.