Jan 2016
To Bailey, I know you as a baby blue in the way you were just a boy, but loved me more than any man could. I thank you for giving me high standards of men, but now I am disappointed with everyone who doesn't love me as much as you.
To Sean, I know you as a navy blue, which is the starting color of a mood ring, you are always changing and each time getting more mysterious. I thank for teaching me a basic crush and helping me learn it is okay to just be friends. You were the first guy I was infactuated in.
To Austin, I know you as brown, your life was ***** and so were your grades, I was your maid. You were more like a project and you treated me like the way you treated grades; a joke. Thank you because I've blocked out everything good about you and can now only see your hand gliding across my face, from you I learned how to forgive without revenege.
To Parks. I know you as a traffic cone orange, simply saying WARNING: I AM TOXIC. You were an outcast around me, but attempted to be someone you weren't around others. I don't thank you for anything, you scarred me and I haven't been the same since you got what you wanted and told everyone I was lesbian when I realized you weren't what I wanted.
To Jack, I know you as a cloudy, soft gray, you aren't always sad, but you're not exactly happy either. You taught me it was okay to be out of the norm and doing that won't crush my mom. I thank you for realizing that love doesn't have to come out of the good times. The bad parts sometimes give you the best people.
To Chandler, I know you as silver liquid, it took you no time to fill my veins and make me feel wanted. Thank you for teaching me that if a guy is as smooth as you, he doesn't really want me. You gave me my first high school embarassment. Cause of you, everyone calls me when they need a fix.
To Nate, I know you as a dark green, your opinion on me floated around like wind through the trees. You wanted me life to be over and tried everything you could to ruin it. Thank you for teaching me it is okay to be talked about because now you come over everyday and ask for me back.
To Jonah, I know you as a midnight black, the color I see when I look at memories. I threw you away, just like you threw away my effort. Your kind aren't made for girls like me, thank you for informing me.
To Sean, I know you as a navy blue, which is the starting color of a mood ring, you are always changing and each time getting more mysterious. I thank for teaching me a basic crush and helping me learn it is okay to just be friends. You were the first guy I was infactuated in.
To Austin, I know you as brown, your life was ***** and so were your grades, I was your maid. You were more like a project and you treated me like the way you treated grades; a joke. Thank you because I've blocked out everything good about you and can now only see your hand gliding across my face, from you I learned how to forgive without revenege.
To Parks. I know you as a traffic cone orange, simply saying WARNING: I AM TOXIC. You were an outcast around me, but attempted to be someone you weren't around others. I don't thank you for anything, you scarred me and I haven't been the same since you got what you wanted and told everyone I was lesbian when I realized you weren't what I wanted.
To Jack, I know you as a cloudy, soft gray, you aren't always sad, but you're not exactly happy either. You taught me it was okay to be out of the norm and doing that won't crush my mom. I thank you for realizing that love doesn't have to come out of the good times. The bad parts sometimes give you the best people.
To Chandler, I know you as silver liquid, it took you no time to fill my veins and make me feel wanted. Thank you for teaching me that if a guy is as smooth as you, he doesn't really want me. You gave me my first high school embarassment. Cause of you, everyone calls me when they need a fix.
To Nate, I know you as a dark green, your opinion on me floated around like wind through the trees. You wanted me life to be over and tried everything you could to ruin it. Thank you for teaching me it is okay to be talked about because now you come over everyday and ask for me back.
To Jonah, I know you as a midnight black, the color I see when I look at memories. I threw you away, just like you threw away my effort. Your kind aren't made for girls like me, thank you for informing me.
