Drip
Drip
Strike one.

She is a zombie walking down
An empty hallway

Drip
Drip
Strike Two

Will I ever feel the same?

Life isn’t a game,
You can’t act like nothing happened.
I know you think that I can’t lighten up.
But there is no sunshine to remind me what light looks like.
You’re jokes just make it worse
Because I’m not here to play.

Drip
Drip
Strike three.

Sorry— that these are my raw emotions
I’m fine— it’s not like you care
It doesn’t matter— anymore

Faking smiles
And trying to forget.
Oh wait, that’s contradictory.

Drip
Drip
Silence.

Were you hit?
By a
Truck?

I think you’ve seen
Better
        days.

Not that I could
Say this…

What if:
        I came that night?

Do
You even
        want
To come?

How.
Would you     respond
                To me?

Well,
At least I
        saw you.

Things could have gone
       Much worse.

I’ll just
        wait
For next time.

There isn't a color I haven't worn
From green jealousy to the blues that mourn
Scared of the yellows and the patterns they form
Life's colorful fabric tattered and torn

Slipping the anger of red over my head
Picking up the threads that fall in my lap
Saving the shades to which I place most blame
The darker ones I keep for the dropping of names

There isn't a color that I haven't worn
On the color wheel spectrum I haven't put on
A rainbow array into life's lining I've sewn
All of the colors that I've ever worn