Last poem.

“..then I fall in love.

And everything turns into colour.

Everything that looked so small and insignificant in black and white,

looks wonderful in colour. 

I notice everything.

..and then I get my heartbroken; and my polychrome reality fades away to black and white again.

But I’m confused. 

I’ve been in colour for so long 

I’ve forgotten how it's like to live in black and white. 

I stumble around lost, 

so nothing will ever be the same.

..for anything that ever happened to us,
I blame you
you can’t keep your promises,
you can’t guide us,
you did nothing
I blame you

..let’s ignore each other,

try to pretend the other person doesn’t exist,

loving you was the most exquisite form of self destruction.”

-S.