i paint my nails bright yellow
decorate my room with bright flowered pillows
i remind myself that with death, there's life
but why does darkness cut like a knife?
a meta poem can just be a metaphor
like how colours can be silent competitors
bright stained eyelids with dark hooded eyes
black stained cheeks of yet another white goodbye
i've always pictured growth as green with ivy,
so why do your texts scream feelings are conniving?
is it because you have a history of getting what you want out of me?
how jealousy is the same shade of green?
your change is a deep indigo purple
dark intentions and smooth talk like marble
but it's good that you're moving away from my ever changing colour wheel
it might give you reason to express how you feel
because i can't remember how many times we've had this conversation
the falsity of reconciliation
i believe now that you're changing and growing
but just in different directions of knowing
its hard to admit that this is where the line ends
in the darkness of depression and no longer friends
i hope you know that you're the reason for my favourite colour
because your sunny disposition made my days brighter
it's a bittersweet moment, staining my life in colours of happiness
when all i can think up is muddy feeling of loneliness
so while i commemorate you in a bright yellow shade
i hope in your memory my dark amber stays
YOU ARE READING
here
Poetryseasons change like how emotions evolve here's the start of the end of a story about a heart's default its full of loneliness and unknowing written by a girl who's feelings are still foregoing cover art design by @omgitsliza on insta
