Crayons. Crayons are the colours of the rainbow.

I like the rainbow because she used to say the rhyme to remember the colours over and over again until I stopped listening.

I never stopped listening though, because she used to sing.

And when she sang, I couldn't stop the feeling of love and joy that swelled up in me.

Like the time I cut my finger and it swelled up. She bandaged it, and gave me a kiss.

I remember all her kisses individually, because they were all as hot as a warm summers day.

Like the warm summer's day when we sat on the picnic blanket eating cake and drinking lemonade.

Lemons were sour. But she never was. She was always happy. She always smiled.

And when she smiled, it felt like all the colours in the world were leaking their way onto her face and making sure that I got just the right taste of them to drive me crazy when she left, and I couldn't see them anymore.

Crayons. Crayons are the colours of her smile.

Which is like a rainbow.

And now she's left me, I don't say the rainbow rhyme anymore. I can't hear her sing. She would never make me swell with joy and pride again. And I would never feel the heat of her kisses again. The same way I could never had a picnic at sunset anymore. And I couldn't eat lemons because they were sour. I don't see the colours anymore. The crayons are all the same.

Crayons. Crayons are the colours of what used to be my love.

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I don't really know why I wrote this! I was sitting at my desk, waiting for my little sister to quit annoying me and get on with her music theory test, and so I wrote one word down. Crayons. And from that one word... this was born. I hope you like it. I just thought I'd put it up for kicks!

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xx Caitlin