If the sky isn’t blue, why not spread a blue umbrella
The canvas is all yours
A white flag is only for when I give up
Right now, I am a matador, seductive in red
Under florescent lights where colors fade
I met you on a black and white chessboard
For a time, we huddled together, unsure
A month has passed since then, do you still remember?
Just watching the orange sunset next to you
Should have been enough; words are the source of trouble
I only wear black when I pray to the dead
A bright red smear of lipstick that I left intentionally
If you say you can no longer paint imaginatively
Re-paint the canvas, as many times as you need to
A white flag is only for when I give up
Right now, I am a color that you don’t know