So I may or may not have written a poem about a friend of mine.
Feel free to guess who it’s about, I suppose??
Yeah, I don’t know, it was just an idea and it became a thing, and I haven’t written a poem in like, two years. So eh.
It’s under the cut.

the golden shimmer of your hair
covered in red,
like sunsets through broken leaves.
its original colour hidden for a reason i don’t know.
it’s beautiful no matter what you do,
golden or scarlet,
or purple like the bruises on your knees
from the reckless adventures i’m never brave enough to join you on.
your red and my blue,
two ends of a spectrum.
recklessness and safety,
safety because of fear.
i don’t know what i’m afraid of;
maybe it’s your fearlessness that scares me
but it’s what draws me to you also.
i don’t know how to be your friend,
i don’t know how to be more than that.
but if our differences compliment each other,
then i don’t ever want to leave.