I was maroon
Mahogany. Maybe
Reddish-brown with certainty
The flowers, dinner dates
His +1 in so many ways

Over time, the quality of love declined
I became a violet-blue despondency
Sprinkled with silver glitters of rage
We were no longer on the same page

But further still, perhaps against my will
I'd give in to his emberlight glow
A firefly, was I
Wounded. Soon to die

Hurting but hooked
Unattended like yellow grass
If only we could go back to the past

The drawing is – Title: Milenci III. Creator: Galanda, Mikuláš Date: 1924/1928

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