Black and Blue

xXx

One day you asked me what my favorite color was

I told you it was blue

What I didn’t tell you was that it was

Because blue was the color of ice

And the ocean and the sky

The color of things that are supposed to be wonderful

And beautiful and free

But in the end

Are just cold and dead

Like water

Like air

Like your eyes

XxX

When I asked you what yours was

You told me black

When I asked why you just said

‘cause it never loses it’s shine’

I didn’t ask you what that meant

Because I knew I wouldn’t like the answer

xXx

And then you asked me why I liked blue

And I told you

‘because it represents freedom’

But what I meant was

It represents

The cold detachment

From everything

I figured that having nothing to hold you down

Was freedom

I was wrong

XxX

A year later

When my all my tears had been used up

And what little of my heart I had left was surely shattered into a thousand tiny pieces

I wondered what color love was

I thought that if you looked at ours

All you would see was black and blue

Like a septic bruise

Like loneliness and death and sorrow and pain

Because in the end

That was all we had become

xXx

My second attempt at an eclectic emotional poem.

Hope you enjoyed it.

Thanks to the emotastic poet Not Dead Yet for the black never loses it's shine idea, read her poems if you liked this one.