Mademoiselle

And you told me I should never be afraid showing you my variation of colors.

And so I showed you my saturated sunsets, my bluish clear waters and purple skies.

I showed you my safe evergreen garden and white and pink daisies.

I showed you my burning orange-lighted boulevard and weird yellow collection of socks and sweaters.

But when my emotions started to weigh heavier than usual, when it gone too messy and deafening, where they began taking out of my control,

I unintentionally divulge each of them

and that is when you knew that I had my own phantom,

that I sleep with no lights on,

that I have unwanted blotches on my back,

that I have my own night sky, pitched-black secrets and dusky masks.

And I saw you hesitated, I saw you avoiding my eyes, I saw you grow some space in between.

I never knew you weren't accustomed to anything dark and such creaky sadness

and ironically,