I would say I’m more cynical than original
However pastels have always been more true to my insides
Even though my past lovers would disagree and train me to believe the same
I blame my self abandoning and becoming what their eyes wanted to see
I dimmed my hues
I forgot the
Lavenders and baby blues
The touch of mint
Hints of bliss
Blush through ever kiss
My color are my weights
All the things that float on my wings
But none that matched my honest shades
I’m more white than you think
More like beige but I’ll settle
Simple but not as bad as you see
I wear silver and I walk
amongst those of lighter delights
I think I’m darker than black
Maybe the darkest tone
I can sometimes feel the maliciousness sneak through my bones and the muscles and through the skin
I’m surprised you don’t want to smell what I keep within
My emotions are a grey matter
No one seems to want outside or in between
I cater to it with prestige
Pristine
Subconsciously I try to ignore the things no one seems to see
The secrets I think are secret
But shines through the colors I wear
My hair
My stare
My movements
The truth is
I say things without a thin line between appreciation of my own actions and my guilt
Would be something inside my inner rainbow
I guess I always tasted like skittles
But you brought out my black liquorice
I cherish your honesty and your critique of my flavors
But your truths didn’t set me free
They did me a flavor
It allowed me to accept the fact I’m both black and white
And I can spread my kaleidoscope in the hectic night
The metallic highlights on my face may be a distraction from everything else
But what’s most important is that I can reveal my pigments to myself