blank hue

i seemed to like it.
the way you looked away from me
the way life tends to keep us distant
distant from truths turned into fiction.

where we once wanted to see eachother
in full color no remorse all picket fenced up.
where the color white needed paint
instead of faded realizations that we
can be turned blank.

i wish you painted me on your doors
the cherry red we always wanted.
where my auburn lights reflect the stone pathway
of the hidden color we wanted so much.

let my hazel eyes reflect on the surface of our grass
where your tinted beige skin seemed oh so tantalizing.
i wish to stay with you, as you paint my colors
all around you.

but color always fades, and life together seems
only oh so faint.

its hard to paint when you have the wrong
paintbrush.

its hard to paint when our canvas isn't large enough
to harness any kind of future,
sooner or later you get tired of the layered paint,
and you just let it drip.

that is exactly what we did,
we let it drip and fade away
in the grey hues and blank whites
we created.