Just like a crayon
I was the color to the dull pages  of your life.
With iridescent strokes, we made masterpieces together.
But when your hues returned,
I shrank into the monochrome ocean of your ungrateful world.
Maybe I faded just to make you kaleidoscopic with my broken fragments.
Even touch I had to live in the shadows of your lies, I am happy that I was able to carve a glittering rainbow out of my useless tints.