Please explain to me how
I am to fit you within something
As simple as yes or a no.
You are complex
Layered
Perfect
Imperfect.
Your embracing affection is
juxtaposed by this
Searing coldness
That flow together in
A cocktail of contradiction.
So yes
And so yes, no.

"Why poetry?" You asked

The answer was immediate, as a flood.

"Because words are my favourite method of creativity. As an artist, I learned there are over 16 million colours and no combination of any number of them will ever mean more than three short words. Of those sixteen million colours only one matters to me. The colour of your eyes; and no painting will ever mean more to me than 'I love you'." I said in reply.

You didn't come today.

Somewhere inside of me,
that burned.

But don't worry

Tonight I'll **** that
part of myself.

That way tomorrow,
I can see you,
and I'll smile.