violet veins.

You know it wasn't the first time.

Actually, you know I was already used to it.

I'm entirely sure it was all what you planed, 

but the morning after i was flouting away in a blue cloud on my way there.

I loved your pink coat when it matched your white scarf, 

but my blue jeans didn't match at all with all the blood you got off from my nose,

specially with my gray scarf.

Always you, and your violet veins.