when we first fell in love, everything matched, and then it didn’t. i got my prom dress in purple to remind me of you, but by that time you were already gone, and I didnt know it was with her, another her, another friend you probably cheated on me with. you became a culmination of everything I hated about myself and all of my insecurities, and I still hate that you made me question who I was because purple is not your color anymore, it’s the color of goddamn royalty and I wish I could tell you to go fuck yourself on my throne.