Grey.
I didn't know you. You were just a blurry face in a crowd, a message on a screen.
Yellow.
We were friends. I called you and we shared secrets until the sun rose high into the morning sky.
Pink.
Your laugh. The way you made butterflies show up inside my stomach. I was falling and somehow, I knew you'd be there to catch me.
Red.
I loved you. I loved your eyes, your voice. You're art.
Blue.
This is when I fell out love. I stopped smiling at cheesy jokes and stopped wanting to wake up in the mornings.
Purple.
The color of the bruises I gave myself. I couldn't love you and I tore myself apart because of it. Regret.
Grey.
I began ignoring your phone calls. We stopped talking. I don't even remember your laugh. We were strangers again.
Black.
The color of the end. The credits of our story are rolling onto the screen and I'm really sorry we didn't get a happy ending.
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