I wish I could take others' pain upon myself
So that my suffering wasn't so useless

don't you have a mind like me?
tell me tell me
is your mind like mine?
overcrowded with overthinking
overrun with overstimulation
don't you have a mind like me?
tell me tell me
is your mind like mine?

Pen to paper
Write
I can't
Fingers to keyboard
Write
I can't
Thoughts in mind
Write
I can't

You give me red in yellow
      I give you yellow in red

I give you green in blue
          You give me blue in green

No matter what emotions
We send and receive

We share together the color of love.

I am broken,
don't fix me.
If you find me in pieces,
don't collect me.
I am replaceable,
just replace me.
It's quite easy.

We were artists
But you had the brush
And I had the pen
You drew the worlds, the people
I wrote down the feelings, explanations

You captured the images perfectly
While I can only guess at the words
The way you moved your brush
While I can only stick to lines
Beauty versus perfection

You express your worlds radiantly 
But I can only write in black and white
I wished I traded my pen for a brush
To feel the colors you weaved 
To see the world beyond my script

Maybe if I knew how to color
If my pen drew more than rigid letters
You would have understood me 
In a world of black and white 
You were the color in my life

I loved you
But I never
Loved your actions
Your hate
Your hurt
I hate you
your ‘love’
I hate it
The way you say I’m your world
Then push me into the raging currents
Because you say it
I think you hate me
But it’s a lie
We’re in ‘love’
The way you think it’s love
I hate it
I hate you

I thought we would be done by now.

But I keep finding more of you
between the lines
and more of me
between the letters.