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Yellow* was the color that brought us together
Orange was the color that made you glow
Red was the color of our love
Purple was the color you left on my skin
Blue was the color you made me feel
Black was the last color I ever saw

I'm loosing you and you're becoming part of my past
You dance from memory to memory
Waltzing with them, making it look so effortless
As you steal the only thing I have left of you

I start every poem with you
Thoughts are spastic
rolling through my head
Trying to clutch onto something
But there wasn't anything to grab
My bed reminded me that you weren't coming back
so I slept on the floor
I can't escape
So I end every poem with you

I let you become my home and after awhile it felt like I was on house arrest.
You knocked all my walls down just to build walls around the both of us
Blocking out the world so they couldn't see the chaos
The broken home that we both tried to live in.
There was only so much shattered glass you could clean up
I tried to decorate for a last ditch attempt to find the place I once called home
But you set it all on fire because you said you hated the color and the next day you started looking for a new home.

More pills
More colors
3 yellow ones
2 blue and white capsules
3 white ones
No more blue pill
The blue one was hurting me
I was hearing voices
I was seeing ghosts
My doctored said it was normal
But changed the dose anyway
I don't see voices
Or hear the ghosts anymore
I can't feel my fingertips
And I sleep for 16 hours
Another refill
Another pill
Pill after pill
31 days until the next refill