Lavender sun, velvet living.
I’m screaming in vermillion
And ordering in chartreuse.
Black and white mocha, please
With an extra shot
Of Dopamine, please;
with an extra shot
Of estranged metaphor, please;
With an extra shot. Boom.
Explosion.
My world is awash
In the colors you’d be for me
Kaleidoscopic memories of confetti
Isn’t it all so pretty?
and then I look down.
My vibrantly named cup
is still filled with muddy, brown dreams,
And the azure tears
That you left me with
Still taste like salt.