Synesthesia is the act of seeing letters and numbers as colors.
For me, 6 has always been a bright yellow and maybe that’s why when I think
of you and the six months we spent together, all the lights inside my head
flicker on. So bright I have to close my eyes out of fear that the image of you
reflecting through my irises will pour out.
On our first date you took me to the waterfall by your house and you kissed
me. 1 is white, a blank sheet of paper and in that moment I was ready to paint
it red with the 7 long seconds your face was pressed to mine.
For my birthday, you bought me 3 books by my favorite author and you turned
my favorite shade of green.
You once told me the world could burn behind your back as long as I was there
in front of you, but little did you know you were already starting fires inside of
me with your fingertips.
But when fall came and the colors on the trees changed, so did you.
You were like a rubik’s cube that I could never match up. A part of you
was always getting stuck and I remember when you said you try your best to be
my hero. But the first time things got hard, you ran. And how could you be my
hero if you weren’t willing to fight for me?
I have such vivid memories of you, but you only call me back when the colors
start to fade. It’s been years and I’m so tired of thinking of you
…but how can I sleep when all the lights are on?