you were red.
you were red every day,
like the fiercest sunrise
showering the city
in its warmest colors.
red like the sun on its peak,
like the greatest burning fire.
red like the juiciest apple,
the sweetest strawberry.
red like the sexiest lingerie,
the most tempting lollipop.
and then you changed.
or was it my eyes?
it changed and you became blue.
it was sudden,
like a blue night when it pours,
you were blue like the sadness.
blue like the ocean when it's angry,
like the neon lights at the bars,
blue like that one old mug,
and the lips of a lover when cold from touch.
it took me a while,
realization came too late –
you were never red nor blue,
but the brightest purple on the
watercolor box.
purple.
purple.
purple like my favorite sunsets,
like my cats favorite blanket,
purple like grandma's favorite flower,
and my mom's favorite pendant.
it took me a while to realize,
but you were purple to the brim.
my favorite person,
purple like the sky above,
and all the things i love.
you were red some days,
a bit blue other nights.
but it was purple all along.
you're purple because whenever i see a sunset or a sunrise or a cute purple flower i think of you and thats it. i like remembering you with the small things i know.