Don'T Turn Your Colors On Me
divulgation of your shortcomings
came too quickly
we inhabit different spectrum locations
your chambers are heated
my feet are too cold
so I run
told you I'll travel
you asked – where and if I'm going to bring you something
bought you something
and left it to myself
so I can be reminded
in the end
I didn't surrender it to you
my words won't wear your surname
they are just passersby
through your warm palette
won't leave any imprint
and you threatened to
become my blueprint
it sounded like floating in sparkling lake
and annunciation of blood
is trying to suffocate me in that iron midst
as your eyes are attempting to detour from heavy conversations
that special room where
you said you've folded me
became overcrowded
so I run
instead of coming after me
your blistering penetration
fractured my muscle
and left in vast taint
which overflowed through colors
bruising the sanity of my expectancy
I did it again
by premature innocence
thought this time
you won't incinerate me
now those particles
are shading
your barriers
trying to punish me
with that silent treatment
won't dye
the sound of my colors
I'm engraved in your canvas
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