He always spoke of brown Whether it was my skin or my eyes
He spoke of the brown on the trunks of the trees But not the same way he spoke of me
The color brown went beyond what he could ever portray
Brown was companionship and cozy But as time passed, brown would slowly fade away
And now he barely even knows me
Brown
The color that made him stare into my eyes It was as if he loved brown more than anything
But once he left me I was caught by surprise For the one he left me for
Blue
Is just eyes which have to be pleasing to see This blue matched the sky and some flowers
But absolutely no trees
This blue is just eyes not skin or even hair
But my brown was... My brown was everywhere
So what made you pick blue over me?
She has one thing and I have three
Since I was everything you wanted me to be How did her eyes change the way you see?
He now looks at brown the way he looked at blue If brown was so beautiful... why wasn't I enough for you?
The only comfort I get knowing he's no longer around
Is knowing before he loved blue...
He loved brown
-Brown, a poem by flowerx22 on tiktok
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~FLASHBACK~ 6 Years Ago Age 17, Senior Year
I think we both need some space
That phrase has replayed in my mind for the past week.
He said we needed some space, he said we needed some time away from each other, he said a relationship isn't what he needed right now ... but then I see him with Sydney Ryans.
Walking hand in hand, the smile on his face so bright.
My heart clenched trying to think of the last time he looked at me with that much adoration.
