I don't see people with color anymore. I only see the shades. The landscape is colorful, and so is a person's aura. The auras come in few colors. A few shades of blue, a red here and there, some yellows. But, there will occasionally be a pink or orange. Something....different. That's when I know a person is special. Another thing. When their eyes have a color. Something magnificent. If they have both a colorful aura and amazing eyes, they are different from the rest. Those are the ones I float towards. 

I see it in your eyes, 

The lies. The guilt. The hurt. 

You care not how others feel. 

You only worry about yourself. 

Why, oh why did you think this would be different?

What do you call this? I call it a lie. 

You lie well, and that should scare you

But it doesn't, does it?

You act tough, but I know you all too well;

I can read you like a book. 

On the inside, you're scared. 

Scared of love, scared of me. 

And I cannot blame you. 

Hide your feelings, and I'll hide mine. 

We could have a little paradise, you and I. 

Instead, you let your feelings run wild

Letting anyone and everyone get closr

You and I, we could never be together 

We are two different people of completely different worlds 

It hurts to say, but I think it needs to be said. 

I need to let go of the thing that was never mine. 

 She sat in her room listening to her favorite song on repeat for hours. She gave herself scars for the heck of it. She did it for attention, the attention she never got as a child. She watched the blood ooze down her porcelain skin, waiting for it to reach her elbow so she could lick it off. She was disgusting, that girl. But, I loved her. I did. I wish I hadn't let her slip through my fingers, for now she loves another and I'm the one listening to our favorite song and giving myself scars...kinda of like the song...Scar Tissue. It's all I am. I miss her...