PINK

What if I told you my heart was pink

before you beat it black and blue

and painted it to match the color of your eyes.

You wanted to make sure

that every boy who ever takes a look at my heart

would have to see you first.

But lucky for me

I switched out your acrylic for watercolors

at the last minute.

So you were easy to water-down and wash away.

Honey, my tears make good erasers.

And my heart was never meant to be that shade of blue.