Colors

Yellow

I feel sick

like I'll throw up

he takes me yet I feel nothing

is this what grown men do?

Are situations like these

what adults get themselves in?

Blue

its all I feel inside

one quick slice and these colors will come flowing out

Red

passion, fire, emotion, lack of reason

he gives me such a rush

it makes me feel alive

Green

growth, creativity, healing

with or without him

I know I'm capable of great growth

Colors I once wished didn't lie inside me.

Colors I've grown to embrace.

I've yet to mix them

and see what else these colors have in store for me.

 

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