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RIP ROY G BIV


 

My anger is red

Hot like that night in July

Who am I angry at?

You, for crossing my boundaries and ignorine my pleas,

Using my body like it was yours for the taking?

It wasn't.

Or am I angry at me for letting you?

I shouldn't have let you kiss me

I should've left sooner

I should've realized I couldn't trust you.

 


 

 
But the sky was orange as we walked by the river

Floating through the summer

The flick of your lighter was orange

You lit the cigarette you found on the ground and blew it in my mouth

You held me in place so I could taste it on your tongue

I still taste it sometimes. 

 


 

 

Cold fear in the pit of my belly

My entire body shaking

It hit me like lightning

When a yellow flash lights up the night

The whole world is illuminated

When it's gone, you see how dark it really is.

 


 

 

You feel green when you can't protest anymore

Nauseous and dizzy

But mellow like the grass we smoked

I was green too

I was like spring

Just beginning to blossom

Not ready for the heat of summer.

 


 

 

I could say you made me feel blue

But you didn't

There were no feelings in this intimacy

You taught me that sex is not something shared between two lovers

It is something for the taking

You took in my body

Inhaled my touch

Then blue me out without a cough.

 


 

We weren't out too late

I could still see you, the river,

My bare feet in the sand

The world looked indigo as the light left the sky

And me too

It wasn't too dark to see the moon's reflection in my watery eyes

It was there; I know.

 


 

 

Tell everyone I wanted to

Say I've been with other guys

Rationalize that since I let you kiss me

You could do whatever you wanted to me

The bags under my eyes turn violet on nights when I think about it

I know you don't think about it.

 


 

 

I haven't cried over you or anyone else since that night

There is nothing beautiful about it

It's all just black:

The absence of color.

 

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rtumbles
<p>I appreciate the fact that you used COLORS to convey power and feelings. This is so powerful. KEEP WRITING!</p>

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