He was red, she was green
Fire and ice, with no in between.
His desire for control
enveloped her whole,
and her willingness to give
made him easy to forgive.
But he clenched on so tightly
when she tried to explore freedom,
she could not breathe,
but detested the idea of losing him.
Until one day, his light turned blue
Engulfed with rage, his eyes an eerie hue
She sustained scars so deep
Time could not be a tourniquet.
The intensity of his silhouette
Awakened her in her sleep.
So, she knew she had to let him go
and take a path he could not follow.
From her kind green, she became selfish black
Seeking liberty, never looking back.