Red Flags & Rose-Colored Glasses

Like when you didn't want paint
on the walls, so you stripped it down,
air filled caustic and sour,
because that's when everything
decomposed.

Like when the beat dropped,
and took you with it,
so you held my hand for security,
not serenity,
never serenity.

Like when I was too dark, and
too bitter, too much flavor, and
we just "didn't fit",
but stayed anyway.

Like when you lost your shine,
and asked me to cover it for you.

Like when I faded, too,
like when there was no bright atmosphere
anymore.

PC: C. Nguyen