1. Migraines Explode
He receives pink dusted shadow kisses from those who don’t see his pain.
And for those who do, they try and heal his sour shattered soapy heart.
But his mangled murky mind can’t accept it.
I wish he could grasp the concept of us being worried, of us caring, of us loving him.
It hurts me to see him bleed raspberry green streams of blood.
I wish I could help him better.
Give him yellow shaded kitten hugs at all hours of the day.
I want to imply the feeling of importance to him.
Make him know, understand, believe, that he is more than melted gumdrops and burnt
fingernails, he is fuschia caresses and a bluish green soul.