Beatrice Jaymes~ a collection of work

My Colourblind Friend

Smoke rose up from the balcony

Tendrils wrapping around my fingers, finding their way into our lungs.

The house behind us was full of pain.

We could hear the sobs and the screams.

And we'd left them all inside,

A dying girl,

A crying girl,

And a boy who couldn't make up his mind

You were beside me,

Heart full of hate.

How could they be so complicated?

How dare they not let you fix them?

You looked up at the sky, reds, blues, oranges and pink.

I saw a beautiful mess.

You told me you couldn't see any of it,

It was flat and grey and that you liked it better that way,

And it struck me that night,

That cold, smoky, windy night,

That maybe,

You like your friends the same way you like your skies.