Complex Colors

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.

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Author: Kalia Attal

I am an aspiring investigative journalist with a single dream: to save the world. It may seem impossible, but I believe knowledge promotes tolerance, and tolerance breeds empathy, kindness, and compassion. Love is the cure for Earth's cancer.

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