Aquamarine

Calm and tranquil as

the cool, blue water;

underneath the riptides where

the whales and otters hide,

lies the color of

the ocean's only daughter...

and the aura of

this wildly troubled soul

(you see)

of mine,

of mine,

of mine.

*

Shipwrecks harbor where

she carries

sunlit waves into the coves...

of worlds reflecting all that glitters

gold and copper,

though like the water

(for she's)

{{water}}

she shall always

[[stifle fire]] with

her fatal undertow.

*

"Aqua" is her blue-green color,

"Marine" means she's from the sea,

but for ME, you see,

she has become a jealous lover -

I crave fire and

she smothers all

the lovely light

from me,

from me,

from me.

*

They say that Envy is

a green-eyed monster;

they say that Sadness is

(somehow)

the color blue;

at the heart of me

I've always known that I

(am somehow)

Ruby wonder...

though my inner beauty underneath it all

[[is masked by all]]

the ocean’s rivaling hues.

*

"Aqua- ma- reen" sings the siren...

and as she strangles me, she

tangles me in her riptides;

(and as I)

stare into the heavens searching for

the sunlight...

My, oh my, do I

feel her watching me;

(she is an)

eerie, painful part of me...

undercover and unknowingly

disguised.

*

I know, (for some),

her rhythmic waves do whisper

{lullabies that}

rock their restless minds to sleep;

but [[just below the surface]], her

obscure intentions blister

swollen pride

(that has her take)

my helpless soul to keep.

*

And oh, she is enchanting...

she is a ghost

she is a phantom, singing

hypnotizing songs that haunt my dreams;

she is a light thief,

[[she's a villain]],

she is anything, you see

but tranquil,

calm,

serene.

*

Yes, and "Aqua- ma- reen" sings the siren...

as she drowns me with

tsunami-crowning waves,

she is a tyrant; she's Poseidon

a zealous queen, a rabid lion, and

my fire can't be saved;

I think I'm in there somewhere...

suffocated by her blue glare,

[sinking to]

the deepest, watery grave.

- Gina C. 🧜‍♀️✨

***

I felt like writing something dark today.

Author's Note: I write a lot about having a conflicted spirit of both blue and red - of equal parts fire and water. If you follow me, you'll see this theme pop up a lot. While I am the most at home in blue, I've always strived and dreamed of being more permanently red. The fire exists within me, and it does shine through at times. Once I am blue, I always strive to be Red again. 💃🏽✨

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