You are without a doubt  a yellow
You, are the sun, you rise and fall
Silently, your words each have meaning and so beautifully observant
It’s curious how you make me ardent
I wonder why that shade of gold stays frozen in my head
The eyes I forget what color sometimes, they make me weak
The curve of your nose alone had to be studied before I realized if I liked it or not
But you are as yellow as that raincoat you wear
And as soft as the night sky in summer
If you were a season, I don’t know which one you’d be
You are to others, summer, sunshine, fun, and the feeling of being young
But to me you could be winter, soft and a little bit cold in all the right ways
You could be sweaters and snow, and falling on skiis
You feel like Christmas and gliding across ice on skates
You could be spring, something very new and gentle, and the most vibrant colors
And natural smile that feels like an award
You could be fall, all the browns and oranges found in your eyes and lashes
The beautiful carved mountain side of your profile
The long limbs like tree branches with leaves fallen.
But I don’t even care what season you are because I want you year round
You are so much more then a period of time because you are a constant
No matter what emotion you are a constant sadness, euphoria, melancholy, mischief, anything I’ve ever felt all at once

I want to be in a lilac mood
And listen to lacey lullabies
But I feel electric blue
And long to hear bands like Queen.
I don't wish for forever lilac loves
But maybe just for ten minutes,
Just so I could recognize the feeling.
But I feel electric blue
And to that I must be true.
So I'll kick my feet,
Sing my rag-tag beat,
And go on to dream of sunset yellow
And saffron stories too.

i. create a whole book in which
that is the premise
ii. ink your skin with a something yellow
a sunflower will do just fine
iii. start wearing more yellow tones
iv. turn your eyelids into a sunrise
v. form a list of yellow objects and cross off the ones
that have betrayed you in the past
vi. eat as honey like Van Gogh ate paint
and then maybe, just maybe
you have rewritten the whole definition
of yellow

I no longer write about her along my binder
Or search around the halls trying to find her,
I don’t want to hurt you.
Although I already am
Would it hurt less to move along?..
Or keep her wondering whats going on
Im sorry I do this.
You aren’t the first one
Its not anything you said
Or something you done
I always said commitment wasn’t my thing
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