white to the point where she's always
mistaken for sick she's
got those orchid eyes
pink on top and purple on bottom
what is sleep?
"to die, to sleep, to sleep, perchance to dream"
she dreams only about him
she's cold, but her skin burns
she's always sick
half dead, half alive, her eyes
they're barely green anymore
always gray
she's Schrödinger's cat
in a state of infinite entropy
she's had her blue period for 
seventeen and a half years
because it's been a Picasso painting
the whole fucking time
it took sixteen years to find him
fifty one and a half to find her
he says that she's his equal but she doesn't
really see it she thinks that
she thinks
she doesn't know what she thinks
she just wants him back
she just wants him
she just wishes he was never gone