you were always yellow, from the moment i met you. I think I was always red, full of intensity and passion. I’m the color of extremes. seduction and power, anger and danger. Made of a fire that you couldn’t put out inside me but you tried to be yellow and shine all of the light you hold trying to see through the darkness consuming me. the flames and smoke covered me and you pulled out my remains and my hands were covered in blisters as i cried asking you to help me find the parts i’ve lost. You’ve been burned too many times by me to be okay and i’m sorry for the scars i’ve left. you’re still the light in my life.