Colorful Silence

Love Behind the Looking Glass

You colored me in, like a drawing you drew. But the color contrast was to blinding to you. You had built me up like I had meant something to you. But then you threw me away.
I meant nothing to you...

  So now I'm left questioning all this time you spent calling me beautiful, how our personalities together would clash into a sublime burst of colors.
So why is it murky grey?

So why is it when you told me to spin around in my dress because you claimed I looked ravishing, I ended up with a knife in my back?

You covered yourself in my blood and acted as if you were the one bleeding.

I ignored my pain and aided to what you claimed was yours.

I spent so much time looking for the bleeding source, questioning what I had done to hurt you. I didn't even realize that as I was searching, I was cutting myself on the sharp edges of your silhouette.

Now I lay here, covered with bruises and cuts wondering...

Where have you gone?

I still am in the dress you claimed I looked beautiful in, but it is getting destroyed by the murky grey waters.

As it begins to fill my lungs, I try to scream.

but for the water is laced with poison.

It makes you see things that are not being seen.

For in this dream, I am a colored masterpiece, swimming in the sublime water that is our love.

~maddie