incoherent ramblings from someone who may or may not be completely sane

Colours

When I first met you, my whole world got just that much brighter.

I was apprehensive at first, worried you would only add to my already vastly dimming world.

But the yellow in the words that left your mouth bounced around excitedly in my head, leaving promises of a blossoming rainbow.

And I was even more awestruck when I found that everything with which you came into contact took on a whole new form. Coming up with a sufficient explanation was so difficult, but it was almost as if your skin was saturated with a hue only transferrable via touch; everything you touched ended up looking so different.

And when you first touched me; when you touched me I quickly found out why.

When your fingertips whispered light touch onto my pale skin, it lit up the afternoon sky with various shades, the setting sun painted the clouds with thrilling strokes of light orange and blending out until a sense of unity washed over my soul at the sight of the red dancing with the blue sky above our heads.

It slowly bled out, soon replaced by navy and filled with white blotches that littered the sky; representing the symbols upon which we wish.

And when my vision was still filled with the grey of the cement pooled around our feet, your touch seemed to slip inside my thoughts; slowly, slowly painting the walls in my head with visions of a masterpiece. The words falling from your mouth and dripping with such a longing for the hues of a sunrise splotched colours into my eyes.

Your hand spilled a faint lavender onto my cheeks as you lifted a dull soul to new heights, my gaze now fixated on the endless blue of the sky above our hearts rather than the cold wall our backs were pressed firmly against.

When autumn finally came around I could fully appreciate the vibrant warmth of the leaves that rained from the sky. And while the emerald in your eyes would always be my favorite, the leaves that littered the streets only reminded me that everything green is doomed to eventually fade into brown and fall.

I push the thought to the back of my mind as our lips move slowly, carefully painting a special shade of red onto the pounding in our chests.

Fall was too quickly replaced with the snow of winter.

Light blue spread throughout my chest when your beautiful green eyes need be framed by fabrics as white as the pillow propped against your back.

I could only watch as you drowned in a sea of white walls, white sheets. My heart bled black when the warmth in your smile reflected nothing of the colours of the poison flowing through your blood.

The final thing you whispered in my ear was as beautiful as the sweet sunset you'd opened my eyes to; combining the dancing blue and red into the loving purple that flowed straight from your lips and into my heart.

The moment the shrivelled green leaves of your eyes touched the ground, a deep shade of grey spread throughout the sky.

Full of clouds but so, so empty.

My clothes shifted to a rich black.

The sky cried along with the tears streaming down my face, which were so devastatingly clear and deprived of any of the colours you'd shown me.

The clouds continued to cry until they eventually cleared to reveal a monochrome rainbow.

The sight was what helped me decide that although the sky would continue to cry; I will continue on how you would've wanted.

I will live the rest of my life doing just as you have done; spreading my heart, touching everything with a love so colourful you can see it.