A puddle in the street,
Holding broken clouds.
Does it mean anything
Right now?
I’m just letting days
Slip through my hands.
They talk about love
Like it lands.
I can’t even find
A name that burns.
All I have
Is what still hurts.

Maybe the sky is blue
For someone else.
Maybe it’s only me
Living in grayscale.

My eyes see the light
But it’s not mine.
Color’s all around me
But I’m outside the line.
Even gentle words
Leave a bruise inside.
Maybe black and white
Is easier to hide.

They say I’m not alone.
Then why’s my phone so quiet?
I read until I cry,
Talk to silver silence.
Filling up the space
Between my ribs.
And I’m so tired
Of this.

Take the blue away.
Wash the red from me.
If I’m already fading,
Who am I supposed to be?

My eyes see the light
But nothing ignites.
If this is what you call color,
Why don’t I feel alive?
Maybe in a world gone pale
I’d finally be fine.
And the scariest part is
Maybe the fault is mine.　

I’m probably the “good girl”
To everybody.
Not too loud for the glitter girls,
Not too distant for the lonely ones.
No one really hates me.

But maybe that’s the problem.
There’s no color in between.
I’m standing in the middle
Of a life that’s safe and clean.

I want more, more—
Colors that burn my eyes.
I want to drown inside
Something deep enough to collide.
Let me melt into
A love that leaves a stain.

Tell me,
Tell me how—

How does a world like mine
Start to come alive?
How do I let the color in
Instead of watching it pass by?
If I open up my heart,
Will it finally ignite?
Tell me how my black and white
Turns into light.

2/11/2026, 11:25:33 AM