I watched the sunrise

I watched the sunrise turn from pink to purple today. I'm grateful for that.

It's turning to its normal color now, so are my bruises- back to my tone.

They still hurt, the breakups feel the same. I left that bridge, I'll be leaving that town- some things still feel the same, that's okay. We aren't friends anymore that's okay too. The bruises will fade, so will our stories back to our normal colors, back to our old memories.