☆ everyone's favourite colour ☆

oh

to be cold

crystalized

sharp

i bled long

i cried hard

but my color 

remains in dread

my color remains red

my sparks not fled

my head not dead

though i tried

to be blue

to calculate

my way to

shallow water parks

surface marks

and shiny cars

they teach us to be

what they like to see

handy little instruments

adult proof weapons

and i tried to be 

of their use

despite my crimson blood

and rose thorns all through 

i thought commitment

and hard work

was more noble

than love

than passion 

than happiness

i listened to my father 

my mother

i digress

since they day i was born

you'd pinch my skin

color my blood

with blue thorns

to give me blue thoughts

blue horns

you gave me painting sets

and told me i was capable of it

of making my best palette

your best palette

be your favourite 

and my fingers

could be cold

if i drained my heart

sold my soul

and all around

important people

would make the same

scratchy sound

mumbling

mathematic buzzing

soulless action

eyes glued

to numbers we imagined 

for efficiency

paper we printed

and said would lead

to equality

no wonder we can't

cut deeper

when the knife 

isn't real

no wonder they

call us witches

because we see

put us in flames of red

we'll melt 

happily