Pembe
dedicated to the emotional storms in our minds
I never liked the colour pink
but then you went and brought me
the pink ukulele with the tiger print
and suddenly, it became my favourite thing.
The same way love made us stick,
egocentrism made us leave,
opinions made us sick…
I never liked the colour pink.
All the bruises can be stiched,
nevermind, that I internally bleed.
Your cheeks will always be perfectly pink
and my pen will never run out of ink.
You’d rather forget me, so be it.
The ukulele will never etiolate its pink.
I just hope you sit and listen,
stare at the pale red scenes.
Through sunsets, candy lands and fairy lights,
search for me,
the supposed love of your life.
Find me and be ready to fight.
For I hate the image I have in my mind,
of you peacefully walking away,
leaving only the ukulele behind.
Never turning back to see,
I am wearing the colour pink.
