Sometimes I feel like you're my favorite color.
You're a soft brown.
The color of warm sand on a beach between your toes.
The lightest beige from the perfect ratio of milk added to my coffee.
Other days you're the color of dead grass.
A horrifying shade of the color I loved just as much as I could love you.
An ugly mixture of too many colors fused into one.
Then again you were the warm shade of brown I cherished.
Hope was restored and I felt bright again.
Only for a day to pass.
My advances were ignored.
My feelings were an afterthought.
Until next week when you need a shoulder to lean on.
Cause what else was I for?
Not for you to cherish like I did you.
Nor for you to learn.
Some days you were so many shades in one it gave me a headache.
Warm.
Dark.
Bright.
cool.
light.
So many different shades of my favorite color.
Brown was a rainbow too.
Turns out not all rainbows were beautiful.
That was the worst thing I learned from you.
YOU ARE READING
It is but what we feel
PoetryThis is just some of the emotional work that I wrote while working on my current work in progress honestly it's quite personal to me there are just short poems of sorts I suppose but they were most certainly written with emotion. This isn't linked...
