Flourescents.

The timeline, was not disturbed
Until you fell, to hurtful words
Then didn't realize, and now you know
The poems written full of woe
Were written fore we'd ever split
Or written fore we'd ever met
You're not the loss that you might think
The colors, I have come to see
Are from my own breathtaking heart
Relinquished their hold in the dark
They fling me out, where there I strobe
In softs, flourescents, pinks, and golds
And I remember how I once said,
I'm invincible.