When Colors Lie

When Colors Lie

I stepped back when your colors shifted,
the shade I fell for now a stranger’s skin.
You sold me spring; autumn’s gift was what you gave,
a counterfeit bloom I let myself sink in.
Was it deceit or did I stitch the blindfold?
Did I choose to love the ghost, not the hand that mixed the hues?
I craved the you I painted, bold and gold,
ignored the cracks where hurried truth seeped through.

A chameleon’s art is survival, I know
change to match, to blend, to slip past your snare.
But I’m no branch you’ll ever fade into,
So I retreat not from loss,
but from the dare to keep lying to us both.
You never swore you’d stay the same; I just forgot
For some hearts come with disclaimers
written in disappearing ink.

I’m distant, not from spite,
but to find my own reflection beneath your shifting hues
To scrub your camouflage from my sight and call this what it is
A lesson, not a rejection.