An amethyst worn
on breast of queens
or Hearts
for soldiers
used

The color worn by
Royalty
or the color
of a

*bruise

Purple** looks like a mid-night sky
Purple sounds like a purple violin playing a melody
Purple smells like fresh, homemade eggplant out of the oven
Purple tastes like heart made eggplant in your mouth
Purple feels like Raven Queen dress from Ever After High

Oh, purple is the color that you will always want to see when you are down, but it is the color you want to see when you are happy because that color Purple is everywhere you go.

What color describes
The love between
You and me?

I'd say purple

Our love,
It's not quite red
It's more like blue
But not all the way

Cause sometimes we're hot
And I feel the red hot electricity
And you can see it in my face

But we're also sometimes cold
And I feel the indifference from the blue of your eyes
And you can see me drawing back

But the cycle goes over an over
All in all
It never stops
Red
To blue
To red
To blue

So I'd say purple
Such a lovely color
Wouldn't you agree?

And let's stay here
In our purple little romance
And live out our days
Under purple skies

Just you and me.




(Plus, you look pretty hot in purple)

We are critical.

We find flaws in
everything we see
because nobody
wants to write
about perfection,
even though sometimes
we wish we could just stay
staring into that
unblemished surface.

2. We are never satisfied.

We live our lives upon
mountains of
scrunched up
bits of refill and
ideas we gave up
trying to
express.

3. We never forget.

We write words about
eye contact made
three months ago
that we replay over
and over in our minds
even though it
stopped
being relevant.

4. We are fickle.**

Our emotions flash
from one
to the other
like strobe lighting that
disorientates us
until we feel as if
the world
will never be still.

5. We are exposed.

We don't know how
to keep our feelings
to ourselves so
we'll write them
down for
you to find
'accidentally'.

6. We are vulnerable.

We wear our
hearts on our sleeves
and won't lift a
muscle to fight back
if somebody tries
to break it
because we thrive
from the pain.

7. We will never stop.

We will never stop
feeling and
we will never stop
hurting,
we will never stop
breaking and
bleeding and
loving
even though the cycle
is endless
and we know what's
coming next.


We are addicted
to agony,
but we agonise
for the art.

the other day,
i saw another teenager.
His lips were blue,
and his skin was pale.
Scars peeked out from under his sleeve.
It was like looking in a mirror.
But what could I say?
I  know from experience that words can't make it better.
A split second, our eyes locked.
But I turned away,
and walked out the door.

There are two types of tears.

The hot tears that pour from you eyes, suddenly before you realize you're crying. The violent , unrestrained sobbing.

And the cold tears that slide down your cheek as you fight the urge to cry. Quiet, and choked back tears.