Colouring in This Black and White World

When I was eleven years old I saw a rainbow for the first time.This rainbow made me feel things I have never felt before, It scared me so much I decided to put it into a box and keep it in the dustiest part of my mind, never to think about it again, because the world I knew was black and white there was no room for colours on my scale . Until she came along, she saw that box before I even spoke. Every word she said seemed to be coated in a sweet promise that coaxed the box out from hiding. She made me question everything I knew. But just like that box, I had to hide her. I hid her away, suppressed all the sunshine she brought out in me until even the brightest day was nothing but a dull buzz to me. I spent three years analyzing every word that flowed from my mouth, always keeping my tongue in check. Covering every inch of my skin with a layer of lies, I was weighed down with all this guilt that truth seemed like a cloud worth riding. I reached out for that box unshackled the chains and let every rainbow slide out and surround me wrapping me up tight in it's embrace not leaving a single inch untouched. Even though my life was finally in colour the world I lived in still managed to be in black and white. No one can change how they are born, instead of saying to some one their love is wrong, tell them it's ok ; Love is right to which all of us a deserve and denying someone that will not make them change who they are but make them fight harder for what they want.