You only liked me when I was yellow. There were days where I was a ray of sunshine, and you soaked me in like I was Vitamin C.

Then there were days when I was blue. I couldn’t get out of bed, and you were nowhere to be found. I cried everyday until you came back because together we were purple and blue on its own is just blue.

The days I was red, you fought with me until I had no more breath in my lungs to scream your name anymore.

I needed you to accept every color in my palate, I needed you to wrap your arms around me with no intention other than comfort. Instead, it was all about you. Your palate was blank and ready to add another set of colors rather than mixing the ones you already had.

You only liked me when I was your yellow to use, but I just can’t be that anymore.