Painting a Masterpiece

Red.

It wasn’t just warm.

It was burning.

A little bit scary.

Little did I know, riddles were to follow.

Engulfing my entire existence, he captured me.

But even just for a moment.

I was certain.

It’s him.

Orange.

It was sweet.

But sour like citrus.

It was warm.

Soft as a fuzzy blanket.

I thought this was it.

I was complacent with the mirage in front of me.

Or so I thought.

I was convinced.

Yellow.

There were signs.

My vision of how perfect we were was tattooed in my mind.

It seems as though the warnings had been gracefully slipped out of my grasp.

Disguised and covered by my optimistic light.

I refuse to think such delusion exists.

Not on this sunny side.

Yet why do my doubts lurk?

Hidden in the back of my mind.

Green.

Toxic.

My stomach was sick at the thought.

It wasn’t butterflies.

I was uneasy.

Uneasy of him.

I thought I had finally found peace.

With him.

The fallacy I created swept me off my feet.

But it left a dull taste on my tongue.

No longer was it sweet.

Blue.

My other half left.

I found it hard to accept.

It was cold and empty.

A little confusing.

I thought I knew them well.

Unbeknownst at the beginning, but realized at last.

I am different.

I am different.

The him I once knew is now in the past.

Indigo.

I had changed.

A free bird escaped from confinement.

A time of mourning?

Mourning of a person lost but found.

A time of putting on a show.

Despite knowing my true self.

Theatrics as you might call it.

Only God knows.

And it wasn’t me.

Where was my integrity?

I was fearful of the unknown.

Violet.

A person full of wisdom.

Fully aware of the enigma that lies ahead.

Unafraid to experience it all.

I was always thinking of him.

Was there something wrong with me?

Something wrong with him?

No.

It was never about him.

It was about me.

And there was only one reason.

Her.

White.

It's all the colors combined.

It is calm.

It is pure.

White is a blank canvas.

And a blank canvas represents life.

The experiences are our paint.

I was creating something out of my colors.

It's a masterpiece.

And it is me.