Poetry

When I met you.

When I met you, I was blue. You turned me into a deep indigo that was cold and bitter and numb, I couldn't never say no to you. You were a drug to me, always giving life to my numbness.
When I got to know you, I was purple. There was warmth and darkness in your eyes. They were always such a mystery to me, making my heart clamp shut and my fingers weave into my jean pockets.
When we fought, I was red. You gave me passion, fire, and warmed me to the core. You should have come with a warning sign. I didn't need fire in my eyes, when all I felt was ice.
When you smiled, I was white. My whole world lit up and my chest tightened. You were the most amazing person I had ever met.
When you left, I was black. It felt like there was nothing else left of me. I couldn't see the future, nor the past anymore, so what was the point of it all?
Right now? I'm golden. I still have bits of me cracked and worn down, but I'm happy and shining brighter than ever. You could never break me.