Black and white
but, this was gray.
Six trips around the sun,
and finally today.

Variety of hues
stained my eyes,
shades in between
no longer in disguise.

At last, I gaze at the layers
of paint on your canvas
remarkable, complete chaos—a portrait;
palette drips in harmonious madness.

I stumbled upon you
Like a child
that finds a pretty stone

Bewildered by your presence
I sat and admired
Counting your cracks
Caressing what makes you glitter

You stood infront of me
Bold and beautiful
Like nothing I'd ever seen

And as you gave me your attention
I think I misconstrued your intentions

I wanted to put you in my pocket
But you said no

So there you sit
Perfectly unpolished
A love

I can only visit

i laugh at the irony
that love broke my heart.