maybe I'm not colorblind 

maybe I don't have a type 

maybe I like guys with brown eyes who seem nice 

at first

before I stumble across skeletons in their closets

before friends of exes and girls mistreated

come and tell me something tragic

maybe I do fall for green flags

maybe it isn’t my fault that they change them

they lower them like there’s been a loss

switch them since they’ve gotten sick

of being seen with the same old color

and perhaps that’s part of my problem

I go for green flag guys who no longer

want to be the good kind

so he breaks me further

in his bed, in my mind

I let him get away with inflaming my pain

because I know 

that he has been hurting just the same