You tried to claim
to explain your demons
to me,
but all I saw was heaven in
your eyes.
Despite your disposition-
I see past a mask of red and blue
I see yellow for
your fears…
Please know it’s okay
to feel black inside
to bring out the blue
to let the red rest for once.
Know that I’m not going anywhere.
I’m strung to you
with dirty white lace
and aged like an antique.
I’m weathered a bit
I can take it
or spare some tears.
