Color Me Always

Going under,
a rising tide of cold takes it all from me
I thought you were mine
and then somewhere in there,
my words and voice were gone
I was yours and I wasn’t my own
but you were careless
more careless
than I ever thought I could be.
I don’t say these words out loud.
I don’t see these things
because I know you’ll see me
in a different light
a bad one
a red and black one
a blue one
and it’ll color me always,
in tones of damage and hate.

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