These rainbow sparkles inside me,
The colours change on every second,
Depends on what I feel about me,
Or depends on what has happened.
My best friends can see it,
Red, blue, yellow, purple,
But the spectrum is broader for my lover.
Indigo, emerald, cerulean, even scarlet.
These sparkles don’t hurt.
They are just colours.
Though they may affect me,
They don’t define me.
The cerulean sparkles are sadly beautiful to look at.
The indigo sparkles are when I feel seductively mysterious.
The emerald sparkles are when I feel loved and free.
But the scarlet sparkles are dangerously enchanting.
The scarlet sparkles are the ones that can light up the Fire.
Fierce, passionate, and irresistible.
However, they are also the ones that can light up the fire.
Angry, defensive, and irritable.
The scarlet sparkles are the ones that attract,
but they are also the ones that attack.
They are the ones that pulls you in,
but they are also the ones that pushes you out.
And now the scarlet sparkles are the ones that can be seen.
The ones that attracted my love and the ones that attacked him away.
and I’m sorry.