Purple and Blue

Prelude

Purple and blue. Those used to be my favorite colors. They used to be splattered over everything I owned. They used to adorn my closet and all my accessories. But, now I can't stand them. Purple is now the color of my damaged skin. My green eyes which used to shine bright are now rimmed with a purple hue due to my lack of sleep and constant tears. And, then blue. Evil evil blue. Blue used to be the color for clear skies and beautiful and captivating eyes, and now all blue will ever be to me is a feeling. An emotion. An emptiness I could never rid myself of. My two favorite colors have abandoned me.

I'm getting ahead of myself. Those colors really aren't to blame for the heartache I feel deep inside. Not really. They just got the blunt of my pain; the blunt of my newfound hatred. I never thought I had it in me to hate, but I'm telling you once you get your heart broken you'll feel it. I felt it bubble up within me like those paper mache volcanoes I used to make in primary school. The vinegar and the baking soda built up within me until I burst. And, it was messy. It covered everything I cared about in the dyed red liquid and it ruined it all.

It's the common belief that when the heart is broken others will be there to clean up the mess whether it be friends or family. But, like I stated... I was a messy and violent volcano. Anyone who tried to help me, to fix, they got burnt in the process and slowly backed away. I lost everyone when he broke my heart. Everyone.