Colors

There are too many regrets I carry around. Too many things I wish I'd said. Too many things memories I wish were gone. Enough to make my vision red. I'm stuck within a swirling vortex of Unspoken words, this angry mindless haze. But even so, I force the calm, Force myself to exude neutral greys. You just packed up and left, last time I saw your eyes. Tears falling, crying, The clear blue of ice. I should have stopped you. Should have held you back. But I was scared, Now my heart burns black.