You’re in love with a yellow girl.
A girl who thought that it would be more positive than all that black she owns,
that if yellow is everywhere it will eventually get inside her,
positivity beaming from deep within her gut.
She thought that if she practiced painting everyone around her yellow,
someone would give some back.
She wants to become pure sunlight,
happiness in human form,
someone to give back the happiness you gave her.
Her favourite colour was yellow,
the colour of her,
but now her favourite colour is you.
Indescribable in depth and safety.
Instead of continuing to paint in yellow,
she now paints in you,
her bedroom walls,
the words on her page.
She doesn’t need the yellow from the sun anymore,
realising that yellow is also the colour of stinging bees,
the colour of the flames she’s been trying so hard to get away from.
I have all the sunshine and positivity I need,
taking the colour of you.
Yellow no longer reminds me of the fake smile I plastered on,
real warmth and happiness.
I can do anything as long as you’re by my side.
I will continue to surround myself with yellow,
as long as I am happy.
i have so much yellow it's drowning me. at least it's not the ocean.