Colors

You were so intrigued

By those bright pretty colors

It didn’t matter where or what it was

You always saw the beauty it portrayed

No matter if it was a flower by the grass

Or maybe the blue right before sunrise

You fell in love with those colors

More than you were with yourself

But then you slowly drifted from them

Instead trapped in a toxic love

Abusive and terrifying

and unworthy love with those thin black and white lines of your thoughts

Growing so bored and tired of them you searched for a new color to love

Far and wide 

high and low

Day and night

Through the dark and light

Day by day as your times became more colorless 

You started to lose hope

To feel that warm touch of color

Slowly being consumed black and white

Eventually you found a color though

Maybe not as bright and pretty as the others

However it was a color

Not a blue before sunset

Or a yellow flower by the grass

But a deep crimson red

So dark and decieving

Your want to see the color gew more and more

Not as much to see it

But rather to escape the colorless love

This did not come from a sunset nor a flower

You made it yourself

Drawing more crimson with each stroke of that blade

Craving for more and more

Though unlike your old love

So bright and hopeful

Your new love

So cold and so dark

Had a limit

A limit you had wished to reach once you never wanted to see those thin lines again

A limit where you would see so much crimson

Until you didn’t

Because after the last draw of crimson

You were not consumed by thin, black and white lines

Yet a dark, pitch black void

Never to see colors again

-Was it worth it?