Colors of Heartbreak
written by: Deby Cedars
@CedarsDeby
His kisses were scarlet passionate shades of red.
The irresistible manly scent of his mocha skin
would fan the crimson flames of burning red desire for him.
Sometimes nights with him would be the hot pink color of lust.
The dark grey depression would consume me when he went away.
Sending me into a deeper darker shade of blue.
No honey sweet kisses to accompany the smell of crackling burning logs
in the fireplace.
No more frolicking in the golden bright sunlight.
Outside the window only hazy grey dismal shades of Winter.
He left me for another.
He left me green with jealousy.
He left me jaded in more than one way.
The fragrance of baby powder on his black jacket
That he left behind, like a black rose of death.
As black as the funeral of our love.
NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR:
I wrote this about a boy I met in school years ago. It was my first heartbreak relationship, and there would be more, but now over 3 decades later I find myself happily married to a different man, which goes to show you that hearts can mend after being broken.
- Colors of Heartbreak - December 11, 2024
