Poem #21: Pinks and blues

TW: MENTIONS OF SCARS

Pinks and blues, reds and yellows.

I'm there for you, even when it isn't mellow.

I love you so, it hurts a little.

To and fro, our friendship moves brittle.

For our friendship is strange, not standard.

Scars have been made, Reputation slandered.

Even so, I will be here.

Waiting, cold, for you to be near.

Not in distance, but in heart.

I have a weird stance, but I call it art.

My feelings of acceptance, are gifted by you in part.

And so I am indebted, though you may not understand why.

I will be here, until I can stop your cry.

There is nothing to fear, you just have to try.