I love the color green. I hide myself in my room with walls so sad they almost look blue. But they're green, with vines that make it look like a zoo. Music that's loud and blaring, so loud that my parents shut the door. I don't blame them, I'm what they call "A young teenage girl" I was told dark colors make places look small. So I get why they say people with black hearts don't love at all. But charcoal is black, and it's used to start the prettiest of flames. The brightest of colors, so hurtful. Yet tame. I love the color green. I always pictured myself living in the forest, With trees reaching crazy heights. You'd get lost while exploring. A cottage in the woods, Old pickup trucks with rust growing on the hood. And a small field of sunflowers, Because they're my favorite. I would run in the mud during any rain shower. I wouldn't cry when my knees hit the pavement. I love the color green. She has strawberry brown hair, Down to her shoulders. Freckles like splatters of paint. Hands that can hold the heaviest of boulders. Her skin is pale. White and cold like snow. But she wears green, from head to toe. You'd go mining in her eyes and find all sorts of emeralds, You could let her love you, and that's a warm feeling to remember. What is green? Green is the grass, But not just any grass, It’s the grass where I stumbled, Barefoot and foolish, Where the dew kissed my skin, And the earth felt alive beneath me, Where I fell, laughed, cried, And rolled in the dirt like a child, Green is the envy creeping in, The jealousy that gnaws at the edges, The green-eyed monster lurking, But it’s also healing, The balm for the broken, It’s the grass under your feet, The moss on the stones, Green is me.