I should have known we would never work
When you told me your favorite color was orange
I hate orange
The color, the fruit, the juice, the smell
They say opposites attract
But I think that’s only true to an extent
There has to be some common ground
I wonder…
Did we ever have that?
It’s so hard to remember
I loved you
I thought
I think…
I think maybe I envied you a little, too
You were so vibrant, excited, alive,
Orange
I think maybe, I was desperately hoping
To get a little color
On my empty canvas