Some say pain is blue, but pain can be other colors as well.
Pain is orange and pink like the sunsets we used to watch together.
Pain is aqua like the car you would always arrive in to see me.
Pain is pale cream like the sand we walked upon on our first date.
Pain is light blue and purple like the sky the day you asked me to be yours.
Pain is deep red as the roses you would gift me every month until our very first year.
Pain is yellow with brown spots like the first stuffed animal you ever gave me.
Pain is white and pink like my surprise birthday cake on my nineteenth birthday.
Pain is white like the sheets we use to lay under together.
Pain is red and white like the coolers I used for all of our picnics.
Pain is green like the grass we laid on so many times.
Pain is purple and blue like the luggage we used to travel together.
Pain is black and white, like our first kitten.
Pain is black and silver like the jewelry box you personalized just for me.
Pain is colorful like the fish tank you gave me on our second anniversary.
But most of all; pain is black, a black so deep no other color can ever standout.
Pain is black like the day we parted ways,
pain is black like the moment I realized you would no longer stay.
Pain is black like the moment I lost my best friend.
Pain is black like every day we fought to try and get back together.
Pain is black like coming to grasp with the fact I was fighting in vain.
Pain is black like crying every day.
Pain is black like feeling alone, like having no purpose.
Pain is black like flying thousands of miles only to hear you no longer loved me.
Pain is black like I still love you.
Pain is black like I will always love you and will have to live with the notion that I forever lost you.
Pain is the color attached to every broken memory.
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