The Colour Brown

It is 12:48
The beginning of a new beginning
Dissonant noise is the teacher,
Teaching me that
Happiness is
A nullified ending.
In you go, and now here you come out:
Catharsis is your name.
We don’t see in color anymore,
We’re just mirrors reflecting off of each other
At this time of night
I realize
That
I am so beautiful
I am so pretty
I can’t help but glow
But I like being shaded in brown
Because it makes me
Like you!
When our souls finally accept the handshake
Will you then tell me that I’m also beautiful
Like you?
I want to hate those words so fucking much.