Coloured Secrets

I gave too much of who I am,
And it was more than you could carry.
My words were the daunting weights,
That sunk both your eyes and your heart
To the dullness of the floor.

Have I enlightened you-
I wonder.
You say I hoard my secrets.
But my secrets were your only protection,
From the heart of my heart
That hid itself in every colour.

And did love ever speak for itself?
For it has come upon me in many angles.
And for the only angle that you can see,
Your eyes will remain rested upon the floor,
In which I wish I could become,
And read your thoughts that are pooling before me.

I nod to the emptiness
That has gathered in the distance between us.
Turning away from my years of effort,
Tears will not be what I shed.
But it will be the regrets that I have collected,
That I will free myself of today.

You may not be the one who will keep me here dreaming,
But you will be the one who shows me that the world is still young.