Colours of my heart

He is like gold.

The rich, sunlit, bronze-but-much-shinier colour that the sun eagerly beams out, it's fingers hungrily absorbing the darkness of the night before. He is like gold, the colour of wealth and of power, his eyes glittering in the light, as hungry as the sunlight it reflects. He is like gold, he's worth more, much more than I can ever afford because who would want anything less?

His voice is like white.

The creamy, transparent white. The sort of white you see on the walls of a room, always there but never boring because this kind of white reminds you of the purity you've lost long ago because alcohol and used condoms are not something rare to come across in those parties you go to. The type of white that promises you hope, hope you've long forgotten and given up on.

His touch is like blue.

The soft, soothing turquoise, like the gentle ocean that rocks you to bed, the smell of sea-salts lulling you to sleep with the soft tendrils of seaweed caressing your body. The ocean that whispers promises, the waves lapping against the ground, washing away the surface you are standing on. This ocean could save you, washing away the filth from your body. The filth from your mind.

His love is like red.

The hot, fiery, burning flames of passion, slowly eating you away from the inside. It's searing hot, the pain enough for tears to well up in your eyes and drip down your cheeks. But you don't mind this kind of pain, because it makes you feel real. It makes you feel like you're alive again (because everything you've gone through before has already killed your heart and numbed your body)

You are like a dulled silver.

First dull, unnoticed, hidden away in the corner of the drawer. A last minute choice to be shown into the world. Grey, colourless and lying there, dead. Lifeless. Something left to slowly rust away until you're nothing anymore because that's what you're worth. Nothing. 

But I need him to look closer.

Because hidden under all that filth, dirt, dullness..

There is something special waiting to shine.