we are the purple

he's a woven tapestry
in which
i am a thread
tangled endless
pull me
unravel.

you're the music
in my lungs
the taps in my toes
the whisper
in my ear
soft
ever so soft.

sick of spinning
tired of twirling
dizzy
fall back into my skull
a bone shelter.

meanwhile,
he's a bicycle
upside down
missing a wheel
circling spokes
around
and around.
stuck.

we are the purple
he is the red
i am the blue
but you've made me green.