You're a different shade
Everyday.
And sometimes I wonder
As I sit between the chairs
On the cold dusty floor
With an empty cup in my hand
Amid an important lecture,
Do you hide your cages
Under the leather jacket you wear.
Between every eyelash
Lies a semblance of feeling
that you shadow with your shades.
Your pale skin
Hides the secrets
Your veins carry.
You're an honest shade of sad.
You make me
Feel an honest shade of sorry
For myself.
You don't know my shades and I don't know yours.
Yet we still
Paint each other's canvases
Until the rotting smell of paint
Suffocates the shame out of us.
