you paint me in grey
reluctantly
regretfully
passively
my figure holds no color on your canvases
as they used to
we claim a better future for ourselves
acting out of maturity
and grace
we meet at the end of a staircase
your eyes infused with sentiments i cannot grasp
i committed myself to change
an intention that whithers in your presence
broken glass and an early departure
your patience wears thin
i wish i was different
i offer you reparations
all of which you neglect
i hoped you'd touch me up in silver
but you think obsidian suits me best
...
those around us ask how long we'll dwell in this afterthought
to that i can give no answer
you slip away and with every chase
you want me less
...
i wish you painted me in the limelight
rather than concealed darkness
-c.alejandra