It was the color that flowed from your finger tips, each contact filled with love. The color of passion, of desire and of burning attachment.
It was the color of the origami you made. Each crease and fold a testament of adoration; a sign of every effort.
It was the color of happiness. The feeling that radiates from your smile to my heart, the warmth it gave
Envy. The color of the monster that threatened to come out when another person sits too close or talks too intimately.
Sadness. The color of the tears that ran down my face as I watch you walk away with someone who wasn't me.
The color before darkness settles in; another hopeless day gone, wasted on waiting for your return.
The color of my sheets that caressed me when my heart came to an unkind realization: You were never coming back.
He was a deconstructed rainbow; each color gives an immense feeling that lessens with every change.
A rainbow that failed its task; that failed to bring sunshine and instead, brought with it rain.
