i held onto something that never really mattered to you

darling, you may not understand,
but it's more heartbreaking to leave
than to be left behind.

I can be white, black, red, green.
No color judgement, ever since.
I hear things I dont want to hear. I see things I dont want to see.
When people are mad,
They take it out on me.
Time just pass me by
And sometimes people asks why
Why am I thin, thick, wide, red, rough, or smooth, or they'll ask me if I know all the truths.
If only I could talk.
You will know the answers
And all the crimes, worries, and wonders
Will be discovered.

- P.D

i love these
ribbons of smoke that
you weave around
my vision,
igniting shiny bursts of
colour in the dark.

and if i longed for a sense of belonging
i would just lie down, facing the ceiling;
i am my home
here is where i belong.