I am a blank canvas

I am black lines

And Empty curves

Sloping

And

Swirling to form beauty

I am erased and drained

Let out of memories

Groggy from finding catharsis

In the rain


I am imperfect

Tears

And tears

On and in the blankness

In the blackness


The lines are shaky where they meet


I have no end

And no beginning

Only a forever route of lines to follow

And curves to trace with brushes

Or maybe hands


You are an artist

With an imagination

Creativity that flows

And knows

No bounds


You have the rainbow

Pouring out of your laugh

And into my blankness


You have found the lines

And decided what colors go where


You have filled me up

Painted me into existence


I have gone from a pencil sketch

To a breathing being


I have no end

And no beginning

Only a forever route of lines to follow

And curves to trace with brushes

Or maybe hands