xiv. COLORBLIND.
you up and left and made colors change.
i saw blue in the sky and thought of your eyes. tasted the citrus of an orange and thought of all the whispered secrets you left to crawl and scratch at my eardrum.
violent purples left me tracing my skin over bruises no longer there. split pinks for every word left unsaid. dark greens the color of the weeds that have overgrown our buried and forgotten love.
the last time i saw you,
i almost didn't see the red
your eyes had changed.
YOU ARE READING
what tomorrow brings.
Poetryxvii, april. (iii). you have no voice if no one is listening. © playlist poetry h.r. : #3
