By Anonymous
your favourite colour is yellow.
i remember how my heart skipped a beat
when you told me, back when
all i knew about you was
the kindness in your eyes,
and the way your voice sounded,
almost out of breath,
when you said hello for the first time.
yellow fits you, with your
golden smile, your dandelion eyes,
your butterscotch hair.
it’s a colour of joy,
of celebration,
of renewal.
when i’m with you, i feel renewed, as if
i’ve been born again, into a new body,
one that isn’t yet
broken.
next to you, i am nothing,
but you make me want to be something.
you make the incessant ache worthwhile,
if i can just see your face, and feel
my heart burst
into honey.
in the end, despite the restless nights,
the wistful stares across a dimly lit classroom,
the way everything stops when i see you,
it doesn’t matter.
in the end,
it isn’t me that you want.
Elements Magazine 