lens fell out of my glasses
the world turned blurry
saturation lost its meaning
not warm but a cold feeling
all after our sightseeing

showed you my nostalgic places
walked you through my town
through the dark mazes
made by my mind
quiet
silence
a kiss brought by night

but the lens still fell out
it was a sign
to stop being blind

when i was painting "ruby dress skinny dog"
thought my love language was real
when i pushed away the mental fog
thought i could overcome my zeal
when i was picking wildflowers on rainy day
thought mother nature would heal
not only my ambivalence
but your feelings that sank in silence

it all was a misleading blindness
my glasses are empty
you circled back to the old ones
and wore them as brand new
so your colors would return

letting me and my town burn.