There once was a boy who was blue
Oceans in his eyes and wet sand in his hair
He was broken
Hurt
And had no hope left in this hollowed out heart of his
Bouncing in came this five-foot-four little ball of sunshine
Radiating positivity like a plus sign
And vowed to be his best friend
For a lifetime
So up she went, to his side
And poked him
Poke.
“Ow. What the hell.”
Poke.
“Ow. Cut it out.”
Poke. Poke. Pokepokepoke.
He scowled at her grinning face, her cheeks glowing with color
“What are you trying to do, huh?” he squinted at her, shrugging her touch off his shoulder
She pointed at her effect on him
He looked at her and looked down at a yellow fire-spot in the center of his blue shoulder
Her eyes twinkled with something odd and she looked away as soon as he caught her gaze
She picked up his hand and smiled. He looked down and saw his fingertips
They were yellow
She laced her hand into his
He was cold to the touch, but she didn’t mind.
And over time, his arm
Shoulder
Entire left side of his body was yellow
And her?
She was yellow
And pink
Every time they locked eyes, their hearts would flash red and only the other person would see it
They were a weird force of nature. A magnetic force that attracted something far deeper than what was on the surface
No. No.
They were bound by something greater than they could ever comprehend
They were contrasts
Stark opposites
Different, but
Different together
Yellow and pink and with her she carried everything that was light
She reached into him and single-handedly brought out a pearl from the depths of him
Blue and yellow turned into a deep green and with him carried everything that was dark
He brought her down to his roots and taught her how to see in a darker room
It wasn’t always perfect
They never always stood within the lines
But somehow, they always understood
Together, they created a vast array of colors
They were
Red
Orange
And Yellow
Loving, warm and mellow
A dash of Green
And sometimes, a little Blue too
A little bit of jealousy never hurt anyone
But nothing they couldn’t get through
Even Violet and Indigo
Colors that mean purple, ya know
An army of paints
A mystery of colors
Dark and light
Black and white
Together, they created the rainbow
They balance each other
Why do you think it’s the first thing you see after a heavy storm?
Without knowing it, they collided and their relationship became one of the most beautiful things known to mankind
Their colors stretch across the sky, though not as bright every single time
Their love will always paint their way on every surface, though not visible every single time
It’s still there
No distance
Time
Weather
Or circumstance could ever keep them apart.
No matter what, they always find their way back to each other
They always find their way back
