to understand the title and context of this poem, i'll divulge: i often color-code my poems! when i'm venting about stressful, agitating, or hurtful things, i often associate them with red. i also have synesthesia, so when i see the color red i know i've attached those feelings and topics to whatever it was i wrote. in this instance, i wanted to change what the color red meant for me and allow myself to appreciate it for the good and bad.
what if red wasn't painful anymore
what if red could be excitement
gulps down throats
and fluttering hearts
what if red is meant to be infatuation
instead of rejection
what if red and pink and purple
all combine
then you'll surely fall apart
your color-coded heart
would not handle the complexities
of a truthful guy
of a loving hand
of a trustworthy friend to fall in love with
your heart isn't prepared
yellow, you feel scared
red is pain, rejection, sadness, anger
red can't be new
but there's so many shades of red
each one another meaning
you couldn't possibly pin maroon under that category
its velvety soft complexion makes you feel at ease
love is so close to you now my dear
reaching out is nothing new
and losing what you thought you had is blue
but cherry blossom pinkish red is perfect for a happy end
so wait for your blossoms
wait for the spring
wait for the new year to bring in new things
wait for a guy who cares for your feelings
he will come in bright colors
in lights and shadows and visibilities you didn't know existed
and he will rock your feet
he will make you feel
for once in your life you'll know what it's like to be complete
