loving him was red.
all she saw was red
as his words sank in,
"you'll never be as pretty
as those other girls."
but she knew he was
right.

loving him was orange.
all she saw was orange
as the sun came up at 5am.
she waited all night for a
simple text that never came.

loving him was yellow.
all she saw was yellow
as the bruises he gave her
healed. "i'm fine," she said,
"i just fell again."

loving him was green.
all she saw was green
as she laid on the grass
outside of his house.
she passed out there, drunk
and alone. just wanting him
to come outside and tell her
everything was fine.
and that he didn't sleep
with the other girl.
(he never did)

loving him was blue.
all she saw was blue
when he left her for the
other girl. an all too
familiar color, one that
matched the bruises on
her skin. but this bruise
was internal, on her heart.
one nobody could see.

loving him was indigo.
all she saw was indigo
as the sun fell behind the
trees and in came the night
time breeze. she sat alone on
her rooftop as she thought how
things would be if she hadn't
been so blind to see that he
wasn't good for her.

loving him was violet.
all she saw was violet
as she remembered his
favorite color. the color
she once adored that was now
set to flames as she watched
every memory she had of him
burn away.