Half English / Half Cynicism

Purple || Poem #3

I'm eighteen years old and I'm still trying to figure out what life means.

I don't drink,

Smoke,

Or love,

But some days I find myself wanting to do all three.

I don't actually have a favorite color anymore but I did when I was a kid,

And back then?

My favorite color was green.

And back then maybe the world just seemed a little brighter

because back then?

I wanted to be a princess, a marine biologist, or an artist.

In other words?

It was.

I've kissed more girls than I'd like and not nearly enough as i'd planned,

Fallen in love three or four times so guess who won't be jumping to do that again,

and I spend most days making bland art or thinking about making bland art,

Writing, or thinking about writing,

And I dream too much and don't live enough,

And at this point,

I'm just trying to figure out the point.

As I ponder it all, exhausted, slumped on a grimy, metal bench,

A little kid waddles up and plops down next to me:

"What's your name kid"

"Louis... Would you like to hear a story?"

"Absolutely Louis"

And it was the most incoherent story I ever heard.

He didn't care,

Why would he?

Because his favorite color was purple,

and the world seemed so bright because to him?

It probably was.

And he wanted to be an astronaut, a pilot, or the mayor.

I met this little kid on a park bench

and I decided to dedicate these words to him:

Louis,

I don't drink, smoke, or love,

But Louis,

Most days I find myself wanting to do all three.

I've fallen in love five or six times and I don't want to

Yet I still do.

And in a world where beauty is measured by ribs and beliefs are like sleep,

where you leave them behind when someone shakes you, and in a place where green paper takes precedence over life,

I met this little kid on a bench.

He'll fall in love three or four times, and he won't want to,

but he will.

And in a world where success is measured by a thumbs up sign on a piece of glass,

He will sit, exhausted, pondering it all

and he will meet a little kid,

And maybe,

just maybe,

he'll dedicate his words to me.