violet
Marianne Ross
When I think of violet, I think of you
I see you trying to make it cool
On autopilot, just how you do
To me
And it's terrifying when you get blue
Every time it feels overdue
All your colors sinking through
Me
I lie in bed awake
And wait
For it to go away
But it always stays
When I think of violet, I think of you
My mind reminds me the purple hue
Matched the sight of another bruise
You left on me
So I compromise the way I view
And see through my eyelids for bulletproofing
Know you didn't try to do what you did
To me
