I tried to go the easy route.
I tried to lie
and twist my words,
but they soured on my tongue.
I tried to use the world
as my entertainment,
rather than my muse;
the humbling shock of failure.
I tried to paint you
the perfect picture,
with all of my blacks and whites.
Blending into shades of grey
and darkening shadow
and light,
illuminating planes.
No color to the Sun,
but bright,
no color to the leaves,
but scintillating angles.
No hue in the eye,
but depth
and total understanding
of the limitations
with which we are so equipped.
But the lips;
I could not leave them unadorned.
So I opened up my vein
and bled the only true color
onto my pallet,
then onto the floor.
I could never lie
and spread the falsehoods
of the world.
My eyes only reflected
the dichotomy of living;
light and dark
and their deadly interplay,
but always,
with you,
there was a slash of red.
Lips,
rage,
sex.
Blood,
the only decoration
worthy of you.
Honest
and undebatable.
One final stroke
and I will never lie.
I sit,
my soul running out.
I left it all for you,
for I was never one
to take the easy road.
Light and dark intertwine,
fading into the void,
but even in the void;
a light.
Love is red,
no one ever argues that,
so if this world is this,
blissless, monochrome,
we can still bleed,
until we’re enveloped in light.
HG – 2018
“I tried to lie and twist my words, but they soured on my tongue” loved this line, keep it up 👏👏
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