Color Me

If I had to give you a color.
To shade you for everything I know about you.
To fill you in and create a glow of its own.
I wouldn't know where to start.

If I had to pick one color
To describe your many aspects of personality
And remarkable sense of style and suave
I think I'd be rather lost indeed.

Red is passion, lust, and hate.
Love and bliss and the senseless way you're lost in work.
The color of an artist who can do nothing but paint.
But this isn't your color.

Blue is sadness, thoughts, and dreams.
The past and future and inbetween, the way you want things to be.
The color of dreamers and long distance lovers.
But this isn't your color.

Green is for nature, grass, and freedom.
The unbound way you can expand ever outwards and encompass those you meet.
The way you're self sufficent and constantly capable in your own right.
But this isn't your color.

Yellow is sunshine, happiness, and joy.
Too bright to stare at for too long, too easy to overdose and not realize until its too late.
The shade of you which makes you most beautiful of all even to your closest friends.
But this isn't your color.

Black is morbidity, seriousness, and realism.
Very much like logic and the way one can take things into account regardless of their emotions.
The part of you which both scares me and draws me in the most.
But this isn't your color.

White is innocence, faith, and hope.
The uncanny ability to let the things you can't affect be the job of someone besides yourself.
Even faded, or discarded, its still very much a part of you even if you can't see it.
But this isn't your color.

My dear. I can paint myself a color, because I am myself. I cannot paint you, to do so would only disgrace the complexity of your character. Downgrade the beauty I've come to adore in all the aspects of your person that are beyond my eyes.
Oh but you can paint me if you'd like.