It seems that in this light I will be every sickly tint of gray

Except my eyes

They always betray me with their vivid, vivid blue

I will sit here being unnervingly silent

Making up memories in my mind

The boy who told me he liked my smile

The friend who traded in their condescending tone for one of comfort

Later I will wrap my arms around myself

But they won't be my arms anymore

I'll close my wide eyes

My eyelashes will intimately kiss my cheeks

The tears will run down my face

But someone will wipe them away

I'll later recall how moments afterwards I still felt their touch

They'll kiss the secret dimple in my left cheek

Cross patterns over my collarbone

Whisper, whisper

Line my lips with their fingers

Lean in

And…

"What is wrong with you?"

Everything.