orange.
it was all i wanted.
orange of the sunset
as i held onto him
and he held onto me.
orange of the cheesey grins
that we'd exchange
when either of us
is sad, or unwell, or angry
because it melts the ice
and makes us warm again.
orange of the relief
that i felt
when he saved me
from the monster
i had tried to escape
for so long.
his orange felt more homely
than the orange things
that the monster bought for me.
his orange was more comforting
than the way that
the monster's orange would
tie me down.
i hated orange.
then i didn't.
YOU ARE READING
rainbow // lrh
Fanfiction"and i kept going back to the boy that reminded me of the rainbow" --- short little side story/poetry you may potentially want to read
