purple.
it reminded me
of how good it used to be
when we were still
on good terms.
purple like the teddies he'd give me.
purple like the nail polish he claimed was his favourite.
purple like...
well...
us.
because he was red
and i think he liked me
because i was blue.
and the way that he held me,
the way he loved me,
it left me as a purple sky.
the purple sky
that we'd dance under.
the purple sky
that we'd sing under.
the purple sky
that he would act under.
but i never knew
that acting
was his kind of thing.
i found out
about his purple sky acting
the hard way.
i found out
that our purple sky dancing
and purple sky singing
wasn't worth it.
because,
after a while,
he decided that
purple
wasn't for him.
so i became blue again.
but not in a good way.
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
