A rewrite that I probably shouldn't be re-writing. I wrote this once I finally changed my perspective on someone I thought was perfect. And now my perspective has changed a lot but I think this is still a sweet little thing no matter who it was written about. And I still relate it to people who are in my life to this day.
I always loved how you were - are blue. It was never the color of yours eyes or the undertones of your skin it wasn't that stupid shirt you always looked so good in. You were blue because that was you. It seeped from inside you painting everything around you that lovely color of my joy and my sorrow.
One day I realized you aren't blue.
You were never blue. You have always been yellow. From the flecks of it in your eyes to the color of your favorite shirt which looks even better than the blue I've always favored on you. The color yellow. It's that feeling that makes you dance in the middle of the street while you're on your walk as that song blasts through your ear buds.
You are my yellow. I do not need you to be happy or sad or angry. I do not need you to want more for myself. I don't need you to push me to be my best. I do not need you. I don't need you but you make one hell of a memory.
