i see him
painted into orange skies,
but also clear, sunny days
grey storm clouds represent him
like chocolate
he's sweet, sometimes dark
too much of him will give me a headache
because i'm sensitive,
he's like alcohol and i shouldn't drink
shiny, tempting, restricted
he's like the crown jewel
but do I really see him?
he's nothing but a mirror
a reflection of what i want to see,
what if he's bitter
he's not the sky, but the rain
not alcohol, but marijuana -
acrid, calming
either way, the headache will come
the sorrow will be pain,ted on your soul and visage
a reminder
assumptions are, by nature,
human,

okay um now read it backwards? im not sure if it makes sense