When we talk... you don’t think that I can see you
Deeper than your skin or scars
I think that I can see hues
Through all the blush and all the rouge that you put on to cover blue
Your soul has settled in the deepest shade of navy
Navy like the car you saw him in with her
Navy like your body when you called him out and he said you were absurd
Navy like the shade that you now hate and can’t be purged of
You’re the truest shade of navy that I’ve ever seen or heard of
Some days it seems that you’re a shade of purple
The days that you’re through being sad and anger starts to burn through
I spot a violent green just outside the plum
You envy how at his leisure he could just move on
The Sun’s rays seems to be opaque
It paints the sky in murky shades of gray
He’s sapped your melanin of all its strength
Black don’t crack, it fully has to break
We spoke and I saw every of shade pain
I see you
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