The color blue, it is usually associated with sadness be that a song or moment, however, my 'blue' is nothing but a memory. It was as sweet as sugar, soft, and full of light, but now has a tinge of bitterness like that of freshly brewed black coffee in the morning. Now it may be cliché, but my blue is a memory about a boy, one that I thought I knew inside and out. We were at my house sitting in my room listening to a record, how 70's of us, it was my favorite record. We lay on our backs staring at the ceiling, a song played softly in the background. I rolled over to look at him, my eyes tracing over his side profile. I didn't think I could ever understand why he hated it so much. I stared at his eyes, his lashes were long and the brown of his eyes looked like pools of honey in the light. I traced the shape of his nose and the dip before his lips, then down to his lips, I then moved back up to his smile lines, his biggest insecurity, and smiled. They were definitely one of my favorite features of his, they dipped and curved perfectly. The bitterness came not long after, it's funny how a simple phone call could end in such a bitter way. The words fell out of his mouth and hit my skin each one going deeper than the last, the poison from the blades burned, they burned more than any flame I had for him. Where was the boy I thought I knew? Is he hiding beneath the cloak of hurt that fell over him? I do not love him anymore, the bitterness will never leave my tongue, the words he said ringing in my head. Now when I look at his lips I no longer see the sweetness of the smile I thought I once knew, I now only see the true bitterness that once came through. His eyes no longer look like sweet honey pools, now they look as bitter as the masses of black tea that pools his soul. I guess this is where the term bitter-sweet comes from, as when I remember him I can no longer taste just the sweet.
