Portals To Another World

colours

    He reaches out his hand to the mirror and blue paint drips from his fingers
    Holding hands his skin is painted orange, leaving a stain on his lover
    His pencil is covered with a million different colours that he has tried to wash off
    He wears all the negative shades, concealing the paint on his skin behind a mask of black
    The eyes of blue change every day, he hates it
    He hates the way he leaves an imprint of colour on everything he touches
    He hates the way he spreads the colour the more he tries to scrub it away
    He hates having colour all around him, from him,
    Everything is blue and red
    His face, his eyes, his hair, his jeans, the sunset he stops to admire
    He scrubs and scrubs trying to at least dull the colours
    His skin red and raw, they grasp his hands, stopping them in place
    His breath coming in quick gasps
    Let your colours paint the world blue and red
    Paint my skin purple and orange
    The words entered his mind with searing visions of drawings
    He'll paint the world with his colours
    Showing everyone how he sees the world
    Streetlamps bath the concrete in green so that grass appears
    Don't hate your colours, they are as much as a part of you than your skin, the way you see things isn't wrong nor tainted
    The only thing you truly hate is the people who refuse to understand you
    The next day he presses his fingertips to a canvas and paints the world