Patchwork

It's true. I am a patchwork of everyone I've ever loved. I am green in some places, blue in others. I got my insecurities from A, my first love; my self-doubt and self-loathing from F, my second. From my third, I received a perpetual sadness, and from my fourth, a burning rage that will protect me from love for at least 3-6 years. But I'm also sunny-yellow with the joy and glee that my mother gave me; happy and calm thanks to my father's teal. I am red because of S my best friend who is now just a distant memory, floating somewhere at the back of my mind. And I am purple because of M, whose free spirit and sparkling ambition I yearn to embody. I am pieces of all those I have loved, and I wouldn't have it any other way.