....

and then the colour leaked out of everything and we were left with a gray sort of inbetween. i offered you my skin but it didnt fit. so we sat, wishing we could take it all back, leave it all inside the facade we had built so carefully.
so no one would really see the torn bits of 'almost good enough' and the wayward past, littered with only brilliant moments, none that would sustain a life time.

as we sat, with our ugly truths and nylon lies, cutting deep into our flesh. i offered you the last promise i had, it was a promise to begin.
as the ocean spilled over the edges of the clouds, it washed the gray away. till nothing but a blinding blank was left
and a small bottle of ink by my hand with a nudge, like a whisper,

rewrite