The Emotional Palette

The foundation of us is slowly blending

through the cracks I am trying to conceal.

I trace your brows and memorize your creases

as I contour the steps I take with you.

My skin blushes at your touch as it blinds my vision.

I gloss over the fact your heat isn’t here,

as it highlights the pain you’ve brushed onto me.

I set my emotions in place but

my tears turn black as the mascara runs.

I take off my mask only to replace it with someone else.