remember when you asked what color your heart would be & it took me all night to find the right shade? and when i did, all you could say was: “that’s candy apple red.” like anything is ever that simple. i said okay, if you have to give everything a name. mine would probably be gunmetal grey. blame the years i spent licking up the ash from the table. you know. another smoke-and-mirrors type of love. not much substance, but it sure makes for a hell of a story.

Candy Apple Red, Angelea Lowes «3