If colors could talk, they would speak about how yellow the monkey bars were when we first met
How you looked at me with eyes so sparkling green that made the stars seem dull
And how you made my stomach tangle up in knots with every glance in my direction.
For a while, everything was orange,
Full of fire and full of passion.
Everyday was a new adventure,
A new day to color outside of the lines
And ride our bikes until the pink sun disappeared behind the cotton clouds.
But then things started to turn black.
You wouldn't stay out until the sun set,
You wanted to color inside of the lines,
And you started to like the red swings more than the monkey bars.
I took my training wheels off for you.
I was blue and purple, a puddle of tears and a broken heart
Each piece scattered along the woodchips.
But no matter how much it hurts,
I put your happiness above my own.
The monkey bars have faded into this ugly, pastel yellow
With dirty smudges and peeling paint.
You seem to enjoy a life with all my color
But you left me black and white,
On the ground with scrapes on my knees.
YOU ARE READING
Colors (An Original Poem)
PoetryI wrote the first draft of this poem last year in my high school creative writing class, but vamped it up for my college creative writing class. When I shared in workshop, people really enjoyed it and thought it was innovative, so I decided to share...
