You are a bittersweet memory of a person I used to be,
Whilst you are painted in colours of vibrant blues, purples and greens,
I am washed out browns, greys and blacks,
All the colour I have in my life,
are nothing rivalled to all the colour you have in yours,
The strokes of cardinal, splashes of purple, and the accents of yellow,
Are too good for me to compare to.

You are the lilac sky,
The delicate breeze,
The falling rain,
And the precious dandelion that I am afraid to touch,

I am the feeling of dread,
The thistle,
The dull grey sky,
And the wilted flower you step on by the sidewalk

I am nothing compared to you.