I Am Purple

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Don't ignore me
I've swollen to such great pressure
that I am bloodied deeper color
I am the needing giving valentine folds of your lungs
a quiet, honest bag that waits until the spastic climax of 
dry and empty flapping dying until
the release from drowning saturates me
as you breathe in and keep yourself alive
and lets me fill as sails with wind
and yellow rooms with light
and crystal balls with belief
I am the color you don't notice underneath your fingernails
the passive blush that makes you sewn, not sketched
I am the wine that lives alone with you
I am the sky that pitched you motionless acrobatic
I am the means of dying
I am whole to hurting
Don't ignore me
I am the depth of awe that you cannot nurse tame to words
I am just yours