I hope when the sky turns violet that it reminds you of me.
That shades of purple hurt to see like a bruise right before it gets better.
I hope you wonder why there is an ache in your chest when amethyst reflects light.
Why plums, grapes, and boysenberries are fruits you can’t eat without closing your eyes.
I gave you my lavender heart and you slept with it every night.
Then you changed your mind after you begged me not to change mine.
