Conversation

like that candy for a Valentine, the words taste like chalk
like the silence that's always been there, you say you want to talk
but what is there to say, if anything at all?
because even the highest have to fall.

they say the happiest are the most broken
and you would have never known when you had spoken
to that one girl with the wide smile and crooked teeth
because all the saddest was hidden beneath.

like glass in a hurricane, we're all a bit shattered
like the things we do and say, nothing mattered
because in a world where red is a controversial shade
most find comfort in that simple gray blade.