Beau is the bluest colour





You say it all started when you dyed your hair blue. When I think about it and I know it’s not true. I believe long before that you were still you. I’ve looked at the photos of you from before and they show a lot more.

Dying your hair the colour of a sapphire was just the first step to see that the rules weren’t for you.No one can tell who to be or what to do. Not even the voices in your head that told you freedom’s not for you. 

Dying your hair the colour of the sky was just the nudge you needed not to let life slip you by. When you met me, you looked me in the eye and told me not to love you because you were going to die. I told you that you didn’t have to when you vowed that you did. 

You dyed your hair to match your eyes, and we cleaned out your closet and all the things that you hide. Then you stepped from that closet and let go of the shame you said hello to the world with your brand new perfect name.