Your colors were strong and clean like your scent.
So heavy they brushed me, my defenses rent.
You colored me, stained me, tattooed on my skin.
I had new hues now – belonging could begin.
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They’re running now, watering down with each day.
Their vining strength leach my keening voice away.
Tinted dreams cracked to bare the gray beneath
And left me with pots of invisible ink.
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Had ashes been near, they’d be rubbed in my hair
To smear your sweet shades, to smudge them together.
I’ll find new colors, stains to mark me wanted,
In the face of your false blush be flaunted.
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To you must go the credit, my love, it’s true:
You made me strong enough to bear the loss of you.
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