I never liked the thought of lavender
The color, the scent,
Until I walked with you moments after the sun's descent
You voiced your admiration for the soft tones
Lavender and cobalt skies
With your hand tugging mine
You said the color meant compromise
Something sweet between where purple and blue reside
And if love means compromise then maybe I could love lavender
Then maybe I could love you
Regardless of how you treated me
Compromise my happiness for your affections
Even if that meant you told your friends
At night I "beg" for you
You told them I stroked your crotch
When all you ever used me for was to stroke your ego
You aren't my blue boy
You are lavender
A faded bruise that is almost done hurting
But I know it's far from healed
I'll see you four days, my lavender boy.
