{"id":383,"date":"2004-07-06T14:11:06","date_gmt":"2004-07-06T13:11:06","guid":{"rendered":"\/?p=383"},"modified":"2004-07-06T14:11:06","modified_gmt":"2004-07-06T13:11:06","slug":"bleach-love","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/julietterobert.com\/blog\/2004\/07\/06\/bleach-love\/","title":{"rendered":"bleach love"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"bleach
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\nwe could have combined our pens to make a four hands drawing, i had vivid colors, you had more paper than you needed. you could have painted the ground and what lays at your feet while i would have sketched some clouds in red and orange, you could have handed me some green if my own was too dark and i would have left you white space and given you my black,
\nand if you could not tell where we would go blue, it’s because i could not find what to make of you,
\ni would not have watched how your colors blended, i would have kept secret why i had put that clock in,
\nand if you had asked why it seemed to be fading, it’s because bleaching is the way i’m loving.<\/p>\n

you would have imagined a house for i don’t know what home is, i would have drawn a pine tree and made it tall and lonely ; i would have let you choose it if you had wanted a bright day but if you had wanted a storm, i would have made the rain. i would not have cared if you had painted pastel flowers, but if you had wanted kids, i would have made an orphanage. you could have started to design a glowing swimming pool, and i would have begged for a lake and strongly argued,
\nand if you could not tell where we would go blue, it’s because i could not find what to make of you,
\ni would not have watched how your colors blended, i would have kept secret how and where i liked it,
\nand if you had asked why you could not see anything, it’s because bleaching is the way i’m loving.<\/p>\n

i would have let you the sky, but i would have made its borders, you could have wanted a forest, then i would have built a fire, you could have run out of pink, and it would not have mattered, i would have splashed red stains and called it desire,
\nand if you had painted a bed, i would have drawn our bodies, and if you had painted love, i would have made worries,
\nyou could have drawn the sun and me the shadows, i could have drawn your smiles and you my sorrows,
\ni would not have watched how your colors blended, i would have kept secret why i had put that road in,
\nand if you had asked why it seemed to disappear, it’s because bleaching is the way i’m loving…
\n
\nand when your canvas would have been covered with your happiness and my lies,
\nyou would have watched our broken promises and i would have raised my glass,
\nsee, i’m the one who cannot tell whether it’s real or bright or empty
\nand you’re one to scratch the surface to find what could have been
\nand if you had asked what was in me that you could not see,
\ni would have warned you, bleaching is the way i’m loving…<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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