Midnight haiku

I watch as you speak;

attempting to memorize

the curve of your lips.




Why does everyone else live in color

in shades of golds, pinks, and beige.

Flakes of emerald surround their bodies

while lavender seeps from the things they say.

I see reds within their chests,

a silver lining behind their eyes,

murky hazel thoughts,

and dreams of mixed blue dyes.

I see their colors mingle,

painting pictures of their lives.

Their colors look so bright

from behind my world of black and white.