My memories with

You are a vivid neon-

Never forgotten.

But when you left me,

All alone, drowning in tears,

They began to fade.

Vibrants bled into

Watercolors and pastels.

Dull, yet remembered.

Canvases tore in

My natural disasters-

Known as emotions.

Storms raged inside while

My body struggled to stay

Intact. It did so.

The repairs began.

And thus, years of hard work and

Pained torture ensued.

Structures were built- ties

Were cut. Production never

ceased. It got better.

New love came along.

Returning my colors to

Me- Not like before.

They weren't neons

Of youth and innocence. They

Were the colors of

Experience. I

Was a juxtaposition

At its finest. But

Now I am all things

Similes and metaphors.

Beauty through and through.