The shade of green doesn't look quite how i imagined as its illumination falls on your face.
I've never been a fan regardless.
And when i say never, please know, I Do mean never.
But of course i wont deny the existence of the green monsters finger tips making its way up my back,
anxiety growing with each itching moment that passes.
No time for trembling,
No quivering inside.
While the clock keeps ticking, and the tocks all laugh,
the weight increases, and the visions blur.
You know what to do, how and when.
The grip is tightning, as the grin grows.
Its all ahead of you, you, you, me, and you.
Dont mistake my hesitation, I know exactly which pawn to move.
Green doesn't look good on me, as much as it would on you.
Thats why it sits in the back of my closet collecting dust, among other things.
And ill just leave it there, like i always do, like the things in the back of my head, like the things you hate, like the habits i encourage, that push you away.
And im completely fine with it.
These green eyes do not own me, they stare straight through, and find nothing.
So i'll put that half baked thought down, think for a second, and just breathe.
Though its not the way i used to, the fall of my chest is enough to get me through.
Think what you may, and say what you please,
but this green monster will never own me.
