somehow the yellow of the streetlamp
doesn't make you look so sad today

i check nearby in a shop window whether my make up is running:
accidental crying, again, or maybe the rain like pathetic fallacy wanted me to look weak, over emotive, and pathetic, like i usually do

but the street lamp drowns it out and blinds us both anyway
so i guess it wouldn't matter, but i don't look so sad today

what made the sunshine stream from my face again, that blinded you from seeing me properly
that stopped me from seeing you biting your tongue.
maybe the colour of the street lamp is tinted slightly warmer than it should be, and so i am disillusioned.

or maybe it wasn't the streetlamp's fault at all when we looked sad and now when we don't
maybe it was our own