HE was like watercolor. soft and never harsh. their conversations would blend easily like orange and yellow. when she was sad his happiness would flow into her like a lilac sky. memories of yellow and light blue created him. but sometimes his colors would bleed off the page.

SHE was like acrylic. her mistakes were easily fixed with her dazzling smile and irresistible blue eyes. her past is filled with dark blues and purple. hurtful memories like thick black lines. she left him with with her hand prints down his back.

TOGETHER they would have created a beautiful painting but in the end they just couldn't mix.