Color Me Perfect

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

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