Presented to you by your beloved, you slip on the band that shall
mirror your influenced emotions; the phases in your color wheel.
Orange reflects the days that he chastens you for his own sick game.
Or blue, embodying the frigidity that is forced upon you; indifferent and dispassionate.
Perhaps the impracticality that the purple shade wears when he tricks your mind into thinking that you are the cause; your deficiency and your need to change.
Green bares the deed of ownership; you belong to him.
His criticism masks a yellow tint that degrades every ounce of imperfection you carry under your skin.
Fears of the unknown hanging in the balance, inducing a red glow.

The facade that carries truth shrouds you in grey, blinding you from ever coming to terms with the fact that his love was never genuine; a pall of denial.
Continue to seek answers from your ring, which binds you like a ball and chain.
Stay with him, for you are incapable of acknowledging your own person.