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I’ll Never Say the Words
A Poem
blue
was the color warmest in your eyes,
like burning starlight encased in ice,
though I should have known then
how easily you could make the fire cool
red
was the lava poured out of me each time
I tried to be the one you wanted most,
but you never craved anything easy —
especially a girl who carved her heart out
gray
was the sky when you decided it was over,
no two-way conversation necessary,
because you made all the choices, huh,
while I was along for every ride
yellow
was the aftermath, under the beating sun,
when my clothes dried from the drench of you
and I realized flowers could still bloom
without me revolving around your sphere
green
welcomed me back home, to myself,
to the one I should stay truest to —
and I realized I was as strong as oak
ready to withstand any disaster —
even if that storm was you
