Dark Slateblue

My dear, dark slateblue,

I feel your sorrow,

Pain,

                     Loneliness.

With turquoise showing off

His vibrant personality,

And the oh, so loved magenta,

Being the predator of gossip,

You must feel so,

Dull.

Hiding deep down in the spectrum,

Fading away as the bright colours,

Get all of the attention.

It seems all the complex colours,

With such complex feelings are just,

Left to sit in the dark corners of

The crayon box.

Forgotten.

You’ve felt this way all your life,

Parents of lavender and rich royal blue,

Creating such a dim shade of being.

Your brothers added to the community of royal blues,

And in some weird way,

Your sister became

Lilac.

Being the runt of the litter,

Becoming even more obscure

As time goes on,

                              And on,

                                              And on,

Red, who opened up her thoughts,

Dreams,

And deep,

                  Dark,

                             Secrets,

With you,

Has now ran away with

Orange and yellow.

Yellow.

Dare I speak of him,

So bright and happy to the other colours,

But to you, my dear, he was a

Traitor.

He was a heartbreaker.

And orange, you never really got to

Know her,

Magenta surely would know everything about orange.

You should speak to magenta.

Red probably left you because of

Your bitter, salty taste,

She was always such a sweet colour,

Like cotton candy.

Tints, hues, shades, and tones of all sorts,

See you as dull, heartbroken, and a symbol

Of pain,

But to me, my dear, dark slateblue,

You are

Perfect.