Blue was my favorite color. It was the color of the sky, the ocean, the infinite. But most of all, it was the color of your eyes. I could always get lost in that color, your eyes that is.
But somehow, you've stolen the beauty from the color blue. I see blue and I remember just how many times the lies went over my head because I was too busy being captivated by their beauty. I see blue, and my heart breaks all over again, and the pain once again turns to hate.
Red was the color on my hands when my heart shattered into a million pieces just like the glass on my bedroom floor. Red was my favorite shade of lipstick that I finally could wear again, without the worry of ruining it while I kissed you. Red was the color of my burning desire to be free of this weight in my chest.
I look at blue, and I feel trapped and imprisoned by my own emotions. I see red, and I'm happy and calm again.
I guess the world works in strange ways like that.