shades and hues

there was a sadness, and something else only I could recognize, in those poorly written words. a sadness that broke even my own facade. a tone.
all types of shades and hues filled your angered face and I couldn't sort them all out even if I tried and behaved. but I did try, and I behaved. I sat quietly, like a stray, and let you spit and vomit over me. maybe then, your blotched face would dull.
but among all of those tints, blue was drawn all over you. I couldn't see past it. irate red stood out, and sickly green, too; but the baby blue fogging up your brown eyes called to me the most, and it mocked me. I couldn't erase it anymore.

perdóname.