i think there are too many colors.
what if
love was a color.
sad.
angry.
lonely.
love would be such a pretty color.

but then
would love be a "girl color"
and anger, a "boy color"

would little girls
fall in love with little boys
who are filled to the brim
with toxicity.
or little girls shunned,
for wanting love

or would love
be love.
without limits.
and anger
is temporary.

i think
that if you looked up from the sky
you would see so many colors
because every person
is so colorful
with love
and anger
and sad.
and lonely.