I’m riding on a current of colors,
I’m soaring above the flowered pasture, flying higher than you ever took me.
Drifting in and out of the dream, a picture of rainbows,
That we were,
Highlighted in glorious LED bulbs,
An illumination of what we were.
I have painted my love and affection across the blank slate from the beginning,
The whole canvas is full but you can’t see it.
A bluejay told me I would regret allowing you to raise me up,
Blue feathers flying, sprouting in warning to how you carried me in your arms,
A weak-kneed effort, struggling with every step, calling all to your attention so you could display how big a burden I’ve been on you.
A dark time in the saga of my life, we were.
The more I think about it, the angrier I am,
All the lies you told, the lack of care after I turned out to not be perfect?
All swirling into a larger picture of how damaged we were.
I love you,
I’ve loved you since the days of old, a time where there was nothing but forests,
Where there was just us, two souls plucking apples from the trees,
Where we were the magic that ignited the world,
A time when we could be anyone,
And we were everyone,
We were someone.
Now I’m here, in place of where we were,
Blowing smoke in place of where you were.
I’m higher than you ever took me,
I’m reclaiming the color strands of time that you stole so much of,
I’m riding on the current of the independant sky that was once a blue of you,
I gave so much, took so little, so now I am reclaiming it all back.
I can be what I was before we were.
Alone, and happy.
