To Whom Loving Was Easy
I always read you as a blue soul
but your kind of blue was toxic
your blue stood with my red
and we made a purple sanctuary with such vibrancy
that I was blinded by how very bad blue could be to me
but our purple felt so familiar.
I resided in it wholly and undoubtedly
and I became comfortable.
comfortable enough to allow
the blue crescents resting beneath my eyes
to go unnoticed.
at which point your blue spilled into someone else,
and you were taken away by a wave.
a wave identical to the one that captured me.
I never knew it was possible to experience
heartbreak and solace simultaneously.
And although I loved you long enough
to learn that I'll love you forever,
losing you exposed me to the hidden shades of your pigment
that surrounded me all along.
I was no longer dependent on our purple frequency.
my house is blue.
the sky is blue.
your absence wasn't so blue anymore.
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