I like to think my personality is addictive. I like to believe I’m a heavy narcotic, maybe like ecstasy or heroin, but less lethal of course. What I’m trying to get at is what happened to me today. He came back, he called me and apologized for the disrespect, the words that he had never expressed, and he asked me for my forgiveness and then for my friendship. I honestly didn’t know what to say, I haven’t talked to him for over five months and so I wrote with the feelings he gave me through the wires, the telephone. With all my confusion, words, imagination, and paint, I found myself at the beach again, but this time I was writing our trilogy.
: Colors Of Your Skin:
: Phase Three:
The sun has prevailed
The winter rain has hidden itself
All this: For you
You came back
Not knowing what to make of it
The letters so faint
Tainted with the colour gray
I can’t fathom why
But you apologized
And I forgave
Don’t take this in a different way
I am no longer hypnotized
I realized what you did was wrong
And things will never be right
You attempted to explain
That your canvas has changed
Your shades were no longer dim
No longer hazed with dismay
Hesitant I was
Hardly uttering one word
For I have heard everything
I have felt every emotion
I have seen every colour
For I have been painted with another
Walking closer
I tread this path slowly
My eyes: No longer blind
My heart: No longer yearning you
For I remember your cruelty
And how you shaded me in
Causing me to feel used
Walking steadily towards you
Blazing heavily: Red are my feet
The heavens divide
The sand is burning me
All this: For you
Tinted in disarray
You have damaged your image
For this is how I feel:
I had watched you lying there
The sand had buried you
I could no longer see your remnants
Until the ocean waves washed over you
Your skin was camouflaged in
Evoking the lessons learned
My feelings washed over me
Reality hit
As the water touched my feet
You’re next to me
Trying to explain how you broke away
I listened to your words
Remembering your mistakes
For your paint was leaded with hate
I am speechless
Twisted with emotions
Lined with colours of deceptions
The colours of youth: A serene blue
Expired are my feelings
No single colour inside me
No ounce of hope to decipher my lining
For I no longer know how to trust you
The conspiracy of the lost
The transparency taken off
For it is too late
My heart is now sealed up
Kneeling beside you
The colours had consumed you
You were left scared
With the memories of me
My hand lying on your chest
Feeling the beats of demise
As I whisper goodbye
As the rain poured onto the sand
My canvas became anew
As I walk away
Your memory will be imprinted in my paint
Uncontrollably each day
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