tempest

rainbowish

he's rainbowish

red

like the fiery person he is

orange

the dull glow of the coals left behind by his fury

yellow

the tips of his teeth stained with cigarettes

green

what he looks like after drowning his sorrows in alcohol

purple

like the magician's cape I imagine him with, because how else could he steal my heart?

black

the colour of his heart, decayed and misused

white

I don't think there's any left in him

but what I see most,

is blue

like his eyes, stormy messes which scream of agony and pain

or his bruises, which I see but know nothing about

the single tear I once saw slip down his stubbly cheek was also blue

and his soul is blue

like it's been lost in the ocean

or buried in ice

that's why he's only rainbowish, not a rainbow

because there is more blue in him than anything else