Colour me

I walk through halls and sit through classes,

she sits next to me and holds my hand.

She sees me grey.

I am grey.

I see my friends, in neon reds and pastel blues,

with snide remarks she bleeds their hues.

And she thanks me for my blandness.

I am grey.

I had friends that are vibrant.

I drop tears of colour, splashing my surface with pinpricks of light,

she wipes me down and cleans my questioning.

She sets my sleet surface.

I am only grey.

She is my iron.

I steel myself, loudly resisting any pigmentation,

she fuels my heated forging.

She tempers my moulded self.

I am a brittle steel.

Impurities pock my strength.

I can't stand this untruth of my life and must speak,

I don't have the words to describe.

She screams and turns her back.

I am a fractured grey.

My colour is trapped within.

I dull my senses and dance to

forget.

He moves until my space.

He sees my turmoiled colouration.

I am not grey?

He is not what I expected of myself,

He threatens to strip my colour.

To bare it to the world, I want him to.

I am not grey.

My colour shines through

My cheeks blush pink as he calls me his one

Purpled with infatuation, I wonder could this be

My heart beats blue as I build to the words

"I love you,

And I love what I am too!"

I am pink

I am purple

I am blue

I let my colour shine through.