Orange

Orange is red’s more amicable sister

Her smile is overly over eager

Her words slur together in her haste to spit them out

Orange was diagnosed with A.D.D. when she was just a small splash of pigment

To this day she pines after acceptance

Orange bounces on your bed at the break of dawn because she desperately desires to share the sunrise with you; even if you haven’t yet swiped sleep induced cobwebs from your head

Orange can’t stand silence

She always seeks to fill it

Whether with music of bright beats and falsettos or never ending conversations

She’s never alone, since after a certain amount of telephone rings someone’s bound to pick up

Even if their voice is colored with annoyance

She doesn’t understand irritation and is oblivious to her own ignorance

Orange is a melting cream sickle, still just as sticky sweet  

Orange is the slowly degrading pencil into page

Orange is the dashes on the highway fading into infinity

Orange never ends