♫ subtlebeats.: Purple. It exists by a million names, all adjectives thatboth...

subtlebeats:

Purple. It exists by a million names, all adjectives that

both describe a place within a spectrum and a mood

instilled. Purple is commonly a combination of, in fact,

two far-apart lovers, a dance of red and blue. A waltz

of crimson and cyan. A tango of burgundy and azure.

We bleed red, but we’re told blood is blue before it gets

a breath of the world outside our skin.

Sometimes, my blood

is purple. It’s mauve,

or magenta. But,

often a bold, yet calm,

violet.

Blue seeps from my body, until it shines crimson. The true

gift is under the skin.

It’s mixture.

It’s balance, it’s compromise.

This purple won’t leave. Etches letters across my veins,

screaming epithets in my ears,

the warmth only brings shivering nights, and you may be

blue. You may even burn a fire-like red, with highlights of blue and orange.

Poisoned, drugged, blessed, cured; a river of violet pules through my veins.

indefinitely.

Posted 1 month ago with Notes