Breathe in,
Rise up.
Down dog,
And twist.
Serenity washes over you.
You are strong, you are complete, you are able.
Breathe out.

I am an empty coloring book,
Waiting for someone to add color to my life.
The closest I’ve ever come to being a colorful being
Was when you walked into my life.
I didn’t know how my life could be like this.
Your words, my smile, our conversations
Were all watercolors scattered between it all.
There were pinks and reds and blues.
Then it turned black and white again,
When you decided it was time to go,
Move on to somewhere new.  
And I was left waiting,
To become a bright watercolor masterpiece once more.

A circle is never-ending.
And I want to think
That is what we are.

I tried to let go,
Of who I was before.
But the weight of the past just kept
Tugging
and pushing
me backward.
I know where I am now is where I need to be.
But there’s always that thought that pops into my mind.
That I should have taken an alternate path.
Maybe that would have brought me to a better place,
A safer place,
A place I would rather be.

I would write about my feelings toward you,
but I can't write.
And I would draw about my feelings toward you,
but I can't draw.
So, I guess, I'll just stay quiet,
and admire you from afar.