Escapism.. Poem by August Cookies

Sunday playlist plays in the background
lazy coffee cups lined by the window
An ugly painting half done
with the excuse of an allegory..

Sky threatened to pour over
the kind of weather that makes you want to die slower
I found myself under the sheets
blissfully ignoring the exam next week..

Tangled hair that smelled like shampoo
now laid scattered across his hand
Fingers stained blue stuck to his face by glue
his eyes slipped to mine and he just understands..

I'd cry about my ugly paintings..
and then about all my cravings
Then i rant about my physics test
and then about how i got into liking cats..

He'd wipe my tears and sweat
and then the paint on my chest..
left me in my bed with a kiss on my head
But we'll always be connected by a red thread..