the first one was blue
i loved him deeply
he put the blue in my sky,
both day and night
his hands smeared blue onto mine when he held them
and his lips painted blue onto mine when he kissed them
and it was beautiful
he painted me the ocean, the sky,
even gave me the stars
he gave me so much,
but i could never give him enough
because i didn't know how to paint
and then he was done
he left me with blue paint
streaming down my cheeks
and it stained me
the next one was red
and i don't know if i loved him
his red gave me warmth
and i had paint on my head
from laying it on his shoulder
it was so intense and quick
i'm not even sure any of it was real
and then it was over
and he was gone before the paint could dry,
trying to wash off the paint of the one he loved before
and he made me realize that i was, too
and then there was the yellow one
the one i didn't get the chance to love
he was the golden yellow that is the color of hope
and his arms painted me all over when i laid in them
and his thumb traced countless extra coats onto my hand
i could have loved him,
i'm sure of it
after just one night, i was almost covered in yellow
we could have been so beautiful together
but we weren't right for each other,
because life is cruel we both knew it wouldn't work
but that's life
people will stop loving you
and leave tou stained blue
people will think they can love you
so they paint you red
and there will be people who you can't love
but they hold you in their yellow arms anyway
because things don't always work out
and that's okay
because now i have every color i need
mix yellow and blue, i get green
i have all three colors necessary
for me to paint myself
into a masterpiece