At the thought of you with her my cheeks burn red,
And instead of confronting you, I write about it in my orange
Journal.  I imagine her yellow
Hair tangled in your fingers.  I feel myself turning green;
It’s not mature; I know, but it keeps me from being blue
When I think about our love that was once so perfectly violet.

I write to her: Does he give you a single violet
Too?  He always said it meant more than a dozen red
Roses.  You will know if it’s true when you look in his baby blue
Eyes.  I write this in my orange
Journal.  She might have fallen for it too if she was a little more green
Or if she spent an afternoon skipping under the yellow

Sun of summer.  We grew together under that yellow
Sun, and I still have that violet,
Gray now, with its brown stem, once green,
Tucked away between pages I haven’t read
In years in my orange
Journal because it still reminds me of the way the wind blew

Your locks out of your crystal blue
Eyes.  Do you play with her yellow
Hair like you played with mine?  I’m writing to him now in my orange
Journal.  I don’t bring up the violet.
I’m seeing red.
I’m not myself when I wear jealousy’s green.

I’m mean when I’m drenched in green.
But baby, it’s nothing compared to the emptiness of blue
That compels me to reread every note I’ve already read
A thousand times before, that urges me to dig up the Yellow
Submarine music video we made.  We laughed so hard our faces turned violet.
I think it’s time now to close my orange

Journal.  I must put away my orange
Journal and move on.  I was alive and green
With you but, violet
Love only lasts for the season.  I’ll find another set of blue
Eyes, and you’ll get lost in yellow
Hair, just to forget about each other’s red

Lips.  I’ll let my orange journal collect dust because I know the next one will pick me up now that you blew
Me down. I’m a little less green since the trees have changed their colors. I find comfort knowing yellow
Highlights fade come winter while the violet will get lost in the pages, but I’ll stay warm with my new love, burning red.

Want to play with *****.
You can forget how they feel
And need reminders.

sometimes i wonder why i let you get to
me even now.
                         you're a pig.
        you took me places i didn't know i
                         would go.
                                & it was all hell.
                        all of it maimed me.
             you ****** me up even now.
                               my life is new.
                             & all the old parts
            were locked away in memory.
                 but you're just as real as today.
              how pathetic we both were.
                                   the both of us.
                               i hope you choke on your
                                lying tongue.
                                               i
                                            was
                                           prey