Poetry

Purple

I've lived so long in the world of 

Black and White, of Darkness and Light. 

On one side, I'm immersed in a beautiful darkness,

taking hold of my life, allowing my eyes to adjust.

But I've forgotten the light; it's nearly been suffocated out of me. 

On the other side, I've entered a light,

a light so bright it's nearly blinding,

making me want to crawl back into the familiar comfort of the dark.

But you.... You are not a blend of the two. You are neither

Black nor white, neither Darkness nor Light.

You are color. You are every color, every hue, between the two poles. 

While you are every color, you are also a mysterious grey. 

You are a book full of stories, yet hold a life full of secrets.

While your mind is a raging hurricane, your appearance is the eye of the storm. 

You are a beautiful contradiction, and I find myself slowly becoming addicted to it. 

In our society, where gender should fit cleanly into two distinct boxes, 

You, my dear, are Pink,

And I, most definitely Blue. 

If I could ever get the chance, 

that one golden opportunity,

I would gladly make purple with you.