You Called Me Blue

When I met you I was yellow,

The world was bright and

Life was easy.

I was happy.

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I was yellow.

But then you started calling me blue.

But I'm yellow.

No, you insisted I couldn't be.

You despised yellow.

I must be blue like you.

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"I'm yellow", I insisted.

I’m the color the of bumblebees, and sunflowers and the sun above.

The color of joy and the color of starlight that’s only visable on the clearest of nights.

I'm yellow.

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I couldn't be blue.

The color of poison, and sadness and despair.

But as time went on you made blue seem like such a dream.

You insisted that blue was the color of the sky and the ocean and blue iris just like you.

Blue could be good, you assured.

We were exceptions.

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So, I tried to be blue for you but I wasn't blue but green.

I was so confused you said I was blue?

But you were ecstatic, I was perfect.

Still me but contaminated by you.

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I was the color of fresh spring buds, and lush forests and the color of life, you insisted.

But if that were true why did I feel so wrong?

I didn't feel like those things.

I felt like the leaves at the end of summer so brittle and lifeless,

I felt like grass after a long drought.

I wasn't beautiful and vibrant and full of life like you said.

I was dying.

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Once I left, I was scared that I would never be yellow again,

Forever poisoned by you

But I'm not meant to be green or blue or any other color for that matter.

I'm yellow.

The color of the dandelions we all picked so happily as children.

The color of sunshine and sunflowers and happiness and I refuse to be anything else ever again and each and every day I get a little bit closer to being me again.

To being yellow.