Yellow

You painted her dull world yellow but she never asked you to, you taught her fingers to feel and touch but she never asked you to. She never asked for poetry but you became her words, she never asked for your life but you became her’s. She never asked you to revolve around her but you told her she was the sun, that her light made you shine, that her warmth gave you shelter, you gave her greatness and you told her she was it. She never asked you for what she couldn’t afford but you told her she was worth the entire world. You gave with no answers and then you orbited away, forgetting that the sun is not a part of the system without it’s planets and you watched as the glowing rays turned into treacherous flames that swallowed her up, her words became scribbles of spilt ink; used and useless. So why did you give her what she never asked for but needed the most? Why did you give her the weapons to her self destruction. She never asked for a thing.