blue.
it reminded me of
his eyes
when he looked
at me
before he
met her.
blue like the ocean
that we used to swim in
when i couldn't sleep.
blue like the sky
that we'd gaze at
whenever we had
the chance.
but then blue
became bad.
because blue was
one of the only colours
that would describe
how i felt.
blue was
one of the only colours
that would remind me
of his eyes,
the ones that
i drowned in.
blue like his friend's hair.
blue like his bedroom walls.
blue like his least favourite jeans.
blue like the pills i had to take
because he drove me
insane.
blue, blue, blue, blue.
everything connected to him.
and now i was connected
to him
because i was blue too.
it was then i realised
that i didn't like blue
as much
as i believed so.
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
