I am a sunrise in your eyes and at times,
that makes me green.
I see only red
and sometimes shades of muted gray
when I look at others,
but those colors don't suit you.

A sunrise would suit you,
but I cannot make myself see it.

Instead I see a twilight sky,
riddled with stars,
yet still dark.
If you surround me,
I can't be seen.

If I can convince myself
to believe in the sunrise that you are,
your light will finally banish the darkness
and I'll hide no more.

That frightens me
more than I can say.