Colors of a being

I was supposed to be your boy in blue

But all I was in your eyes was a plain view.

No longer could I hold the concept of my soul.

It started when I was in Seminole, I would began to feel pink.

Your words making me dizzy like a strong drink

then it was all over your breath

You seemed to hate me as if I were death.

My tongue caught in my mouth, I could barely swallow

Giving me nothing to grasp or even wallow.

Your organs of sight slam my chest, while I become corrupted

Seemed as if you couldn’t be interrupted.

Left stranded on this capsized vessel, it felt like you had impelled me.

You took me and ripped me apart, as harshly as you could

While calling me your sweetheart.

I longed for your soul.

I waited for your heart.

They never came through.

The deceit was overwhelming.

I needed you as my inspiration spilled

Which didn’t even make you blink.

You felt nothing but comfort, by new hands, while I became hollow.

My heart collapsed, and I lost my muse.

I might as well have erupted.

Growth has begun its journey through the road that I follow.

Perfection will never be within reach

And yet I still yearn for life.

Any life.

That is all we have.

A life does not need to be worth living.

I do not need this or that to find my bliss.

I just need to live it.

The past is only that.

The future is only that.

The present is where I am.

Who I am.