Blue and Red

There exists a duality to my conscience

Two of me crammed into my one head

Thinking, feeling, interpreting

Blue is rooted firmly in herself.

She is humble, she is calm, she is logical, she is sympathetic, she is patient

Red is shifting in the wind

She is proud, she is fiery, she is emotional, she is angry, she is loyal

The former keeps a steady hand on the latter, but the latter loves so deep she lives in darkness. They both are stubborn, and sometimes fight so violently I wonder if they will rip me in half, but without them I could not survive.

You step into view and silence echoes off the walls of my skull

Just like every other time I see you

A red earthquake breaks down the blue walls that surround my red heart

And a blue tsunami tries to quench the fiery flames that fuels the hand that reaches for you

But it does nothing

Blue does not tell Red to ask where you have been.

She is observant

And you have earned her trust

Red does not tell Blue to wonder if you love her

She is insecure

And you have never put out her fire

Blue does not take Red by the arm

Away from you when she is diagnosed with cancer

And she is not surprised

That when her body is failing

Your heart is not

Red does not frantically question Blue

When she sees the other friends you have made

For she trusts the silk strings

You used to tie yourself to her

Will not break

And when you are difficult Red lets Blue talk

For Red knows she is not patient

And when you are subdued Blue does not interrupt Red

For Blue knows she her spark is too small.

When Red is angry

Blue reminds her

You do not like her mean tongue

And Red does not argue

When Blue is afraid

Red reminds her

You would not submit to failure

And Blue squares her shoulders again

I am Red and I am Blue

You feed my fire and play in my snow

You are the only thing they agree on

You are the only one who silences their bickering

Because every one of me loves you