What happens when colors mix together
Do they lose themselves or become something more vibrant?
I don’t think I believe it anymore
I don’t buy into your words
I don’t hear your compliments
My narrowed eyes are not judging
They are looking past you
Through you
If I could ring out all of your lies
Like dirty water from fabric
I fear the shriveled version of you would be just as I suspected
A disappointment
It’s not even lies
It’s an absence
An omission of anything that could be used to create a viable shape
Like salt dissolving on the tongue
Your words are fleeting and the aftertaste is mistakenly remembered as something sweet
Or it would be
If I were still a silly girl
Who hadn’t experienced looking up from the floor
Smelling the padding beneath the dirty carpet
Realizing actions are intentions
Just as a lack of action identifies a lack of intention
We know this
This is not profound
This is not new or a revelation or an accomplishment
It is an acknowledgment of the power of our minds
Of our hearts
Of our cravings to feel
Something
To be felt
By someone
How complicated it has become
When all we originally wanted was a loving glance and kiss on the forehead
That feels like an impossibility
Now
In real time
In our current state of
Simply
Carrying
On
Being
Existing
Breathing
The missing ingredient
Is honey
And what is milk without honey
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