The Truest Colors of Silence

They always told me it was golden but I never bought that

I saw how poorly the shimmer was painted on and watched as it peeled away

Silence has so many more layers than they convinced us to believe

First it glows amber under the metallic façade, amber like a fossilized fly of forgotten times

It fades to brown like your eyes, dark and deep, holding back lies you never dared speak to me

Brown burns and soon Silence is gray, ashes of memories you decided to delete

Ashes soon age into white, white with faint hints of blue like the sky, yes, the same sky that you once told me was the limits of our love

And then the sky darkens as the Sun burns oranges, hot pinks, bleeding reds, reds like the anger I allowed to consume me when you abandoned me, left me alone for my mind to devour me in hatred and malice and what-ifs and maybes and whys

That red, so hot hot HOT like the blood pulsing through my head my chest my hands, oh my bleeding hands burning from papercuts that will never stop pouring RED staining edges of the paper smearing all over the pens I use to write out these truest colors of your Silence, knowing that you'll never answer my pleas to return to me

You are silent, thus you silence me