The color pink reminds me of you.
Your soft skin.
Your smooth voice.
A voice not without passion,
With a soothing quality.
Like a soft, warm blanket on a cool autumn day.
Curled up on the couch with a cup of warm cocoa.
It reminds me of your hugs.
The way your arms wrap around me.
It reminds me of how sweet your kiss is.
The comfort I feel when I’m close to you,
I’ve never felt anything quite like this before.
But what color am I?
Do we match?
We must in some way.
It feels so right.
At least it does to me.
I never thought I’d like the color pink this much.
But I do.
It reminds me of you.

I lay awake at night,
Talking to the ceiling,
As if it understands.
I look at it,
Waiting for Tomorrow.
“A new day of adventure!” I tell myself.
“A new day of acceptance...”
Will the sun show itself like a newborn fresh to the world?
Or, will it hide like someone who’s seen too much?
Who knows what tomorrow will bring?
Or does tomorrow ever come…

As I look up at the sky,
All I do is wonder, “Why?”
Why do I have to be so gay?
Is it just to ruin the perfect day?

Or is there a reason,
So much greater,
That I couldn’t be
Just a little straighter?

As I stumble through this dreadful week,
I curse the sky, so dark, so bleak.
I wait for the day of bliss and joy,
That I might find my perfect boy.

As the stars are not for me,
His Smile is for the World to see.
And if he gives me just one glance,
I know it would only be by chance.

                                                                                  Jakob Dimick 4/14/2019