the color of insomnia. the color of losing too much weight. the color of bad *** and regrets. the color of never really healing. the color being alone.

the color of a white rabbit's eyes. the color of painted nails and his favorite shade of baby lips. the color of burnt skin and old scars. the color of the sky right before the sun sets and over-ripe strawberries. the color of childhood.

it's been months since i really thought about you
and even longer since i saw your face
i've seen you around, sure
but only the back of your head
for just a few seconds in the hall

today i saw you again
really saw you

and i wont lie
my heart skipped a little.

i wonder how long it will take for that to stop happening
i wonder if it ever will

busted up box t.v.
broken nose
bruised cheek
hop skip jump
under the bridge
down the street
there's a fairy tree
surrounded with dead bodies

its funny
now that we all hide our faces
(like they were ever real at all)
that everyone seems to care what we look like
when the real masks were inside
and they've been there the whole time

she said
you've been dreading
having to see me

which is reasonable
and mutual

so i'll stay out of your way
don't worry

i have a feeling
i'm gonna feel it
when it comes