Chronology of a colour gradient

First it was pink.

I wore it like a Disney princess,

and drew with it flowers in a field.

Delish, it made my mouth water

as cotton candy in the fairs.

Then came red.

I embraced it with my first period,

put it on as shiny lipstick

(and smudged it on the cocktail glass

of a stranger in the club).

I tried it on as undergarments

to be worn on New Year's eve.

And now

it's turned maroon.

I savour it in the spark of a wine glass

through the falling sunset

and cherish it in the scars and bruises

that time has stamped on my skin.