I thought I had a definition for all those simple things. I thought that colours were just the reality our world is painted in, a break from black and white. I thought I knew colour.
I thought I knew blue.
But blue flits a side wards glance I'm not sure I ever saw. Blue sparkles with laughter. Blue is contoured by shadows of anger. Blue looks to the other girl to cast me out.
Blue looks to the doorframe to call me in. Blue sees me through the cracks and memorizes the shape of my lines. Blue strips me bare.
Blue was there before him, and will be there after. And yet I can never seem to dissociate one from the other.
Ocean eyes, I don't know if I could have ever known colour, if I had never known you.
Truly, I have never learned a harder lesson until your eyes taught me blue.