Purple

 I'd like nothing more than to tell another

story about you

instead of drawing the bare-wintered

Whomping Willow

listening two chapters later than the time

you yet again said something so cleverly

defensible it stopped me in my tracks,

laughing

You apologized because you knew

I never thought of it that way

I wished you didn't feel the need to

apologize

carrying with you the charm

only a student can bring their teacher

for steering the narrative in an actually

interesting direction

What does it matter admiring someone

if you attempt to control their narrative

gatekeeping longed-for letters

spying from the bushes

violet pudding on the floor

trapped in a home that's not a home

all in the name of security

keeping someone safe

who just wants to be free