The Swallows and the Sunsets

Infestation

I'm not going to lie,
I thought I could love you.
But, you injected a type of anger into me that I've only ever felt once before with a man who bangs on my door with whiskey breath.
It only just now occurred to me that you have the same colored eyes.

I see blue all around you.
As if it was your skin's color.
As if it was the shade of your mother.

Trauma infests us both,
Consumes our souls.