I've always talked so much
but by default i am so quiet
i've justified to the ends, desperately
craving a higher truth, an understanding
to be read like a book, like a definition,
strove to be transparent and faintly beautiful --

but i am like red lipstick, dark and
upendingly alive, made of fifteen different
blue pantones and a single swatch of yellow, you
can't explain colors as much as I can continue
to explain myself and

honesty, honestly, is sometimes better titled,
better left to a word, a note, a song or
nothing
   at all.