I pushed you away because I knew I could’ve been full with you, and I can’t allow that to ever happen. Who am I without misery? What am I worth if I’m not tortured?
“Colors are only ever true in the dark,” I used to say. I am a monochromatic rainbow and you reflected starlight like nobody’s business.
You were a threat to my identity and for that you paid dearly.
Now that you’re gone, I can safely rot.