Verisimilitude

Somedays are blue, some people are red, but he was yellow. Sometimes people surprise you and other times they let you down. Both are equally dangerous. There is contentment to be found in either option, because before someone lets you down, you don’t expect it. When you first meet a person, the possibilities are endless. That individual is whoever you want them to be. A secret foreign prince, a three time Olympian, the missing piece to the hole in your heart. You become so infatuated with another being you cannot help but create an intricate version that fits into your life. This method leads to hurt. Not only for you, but for the person, themselves, as well. Now there is a false persona built into your life and when the true version presents itself to you, will you accept or reject it? Often times it’s the latter. We accept the parts of a person we deeply allign with, while rejecting those we don’t want to Allison with. We choose the perfected version we crafted over the flaws, because we think we can mend them. This thought is flawed in itself. We often miss the signs of an oncoming broken heartbeat. When a person becomes a figment of your imagination and sleep, it isn’t bound to last. He was yellow in my head, he was bleeding green in the verisimilitude.