Hiding from color

This was for a contest on a poetry site about color.

Deep, rich tears she cries
Drawn onto her silhouette in perfect fine lines
The taste of love and suicide
Drowning in rust, she tries to hide
He can’t understand why she sits there at night
Falling down with a sad sparkle in her eyes
Because when she’s alone he only feels anger
When she’s home, he only hurts her
And she’s tired of waking up in the middle of the night
To find out it wasn’t just another bad dream
Opening her skin again, dark and sticky
But the bright stained color she does not see