When people think of favourite colours
They run for the safety of rainbow's embrace
Red with its angry love and dripping of blood
Orange with the burning sun to its name
Yellow with sand and daffodils and jaundice
Green fields spreading as far as the eye can see
Blue, seas and sky's and the sorrows it contains
Violet with bruises and flowers and natures love
Indigo with sparklingly stars marring its cover
Me I run for the colours of you
The colour of your lips, somewhere between red and pink and wholly unique
The top you were wearing the first time we kissed, that top you still have hidden away,
The colour of your hair, gold dashes through it
Your eyes, piercing me every time you looked into mine, every time we kissed, touched,
Your room, dappled with the sunlight dancing through the shades,
Nails gripping skin, tearing clothes, shredding backs,
The night you said I love you, and the night I said it back.
A rainbow could never compare to the colours of you, but with you watching it next to me, it doesn’t have to.
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