I was a simple blue.
Gentle as a caged bird
Sensitive as wild flowers, crumpling under feet
and clingy as a dryer sheet.
And you were a raging red
passionate as roses
Dangerous like wild fire, destructive under heat
You held iron in your fists, and rust in your kisses
And together, everything was made purple
Spontaneous as thunderstorms, lightning across the ceiling fan
secretive as maroon bruises under my sunglasses
But you always made everything up with a perfect summer kiss, sunset
But one day you decided that violet wasn’t your color.
And I found that violence was.
You left for someone as red and fiery as you
Eventually all my purple heals,
but as the colors fade, I find mine do too.
And as terrible as our thundercloud was
I still find myself dreaming of lavender kisses.
And my color becomes close to gone, wasting it in dreams like that.
Now I’m gray as empty bed sheets and dusty air.
And one day, while I lay in my monotone I realized what I was feeling
I was a mayfly, that’s wings had been torn off.
And now I had to know what it felt like to fly, as fleeting as it was.
I wanted to feel you, carrying me high, my wings.
But like a child's game, you ripped mine off.
A fun silly game, so many people play
But I refuse to play it, ever again.
I have no more color
my days are spent in my bed.
Remembering how to fly, but never being able to feel wings carry me high again.
But that's just what love is,
And I hate it.
You won me, won me right into losing.