I was a delicate blue, so pure and relaxing, my cool color mixing with your warm. Together we were purple. Every moment with you was great, until you decided purple wasn’t good enough for you. You wanted to try orange for a while, still disguised as purple. I couldn’t see through your cracks which makes me a fool for not seeing it soon enough. You have bruised my blue and isolated it. It was my fault for putting my trust into a red. I hope your orange burns bright and maybe your immaturities will match. I need to pick up the pieces you shattered when I found out from someone else. My beautiful red, always such a coward. I’m so sorry we didn’t work out, but you made a choice to become an orange and leave our purple behind. Although I remain blue on the outside there is a blazing red fire inside of me that’s blinding me from moving on. No more lies, no more pain, I will extinguish whatever light you had in my life.