suffering is dull yellow in color.
it hurts your eyes and ails your heart.

heartache must be black - heavy and all-dissolving

but black is actually really prominent and this hell of a burden is invisible
to everyone but myself so maybe
it's the color of my skin, my blood
sitting on my chest. clawing up and down
drawing invisible letters of your name

my heartache, i think, is the color of your eyes
and a jagged collection of all your beautiful lies.