You are Red.
Red is such a beautiful color.
Red, the color of my blood that keeps my heart thumping loud enough you can see he color.
I've always admired red.
Red is a beautiful flower you adored when I handed it to you.
Red, the color of beautiful sand in a one of a kind desert.
Red, a color so primary to this world that so many colors wouldn't exist without it.
Hi, my name is Blue.
Blue, the color of your eyes that I can't help but to always get so lost in.
Blue, the color of the sea in which I would so happily drown in just to see you smile.
Blue, the color of the sky, where you place me on a cloud 9.
I do believe you cared for me once. Blue is a color red looks great with.
Roses red, violets blue, we'd make such a beautiful garden me and you.
But Purple, oh God Purple, that is where the paints wouldn't mix.
You saw Purple and you ran for the Green hills.
Purple, the color of my face when you left, constricted of oxygen because I can't breathe without you. You ran with my lungs in your back pocket without even realizing.
The blue in my veins would not move, only for the red in my body to bleed out onto a piece of paper with blue lines and empty spaces.
Now I wear it.
Purple, the new color of my hair, so I can watch us spill from my head into the drain with each wash.
Purple, the color I now wake up to see on my bedroom walls, memories slapping me in the face.
Blue, the color of the pills I swallow along with my tears.
Red, the color of the blood overflowing my arms mixing into the now pink water surrounding my body in the tub.
Purple, my favourite color.
But as it fades all I see is black.
Maybe I've gone colorblind.
