This unfinished coloring is a perfect metaphor.
You did the same thing to it as to me.
You started it.
You started me.
And you enjoyed it at first.
You enjoyed me at first.
But not to the point where it could ever be a priority in your life.
Where I could be a priority in your life.
It was/ we were
a silly dalliance.
Ultimately fleeting.
Held little importance.
How could it have held much?
It was merely a thing to color.
How could I have held much?
I was merely a shiny new being you wanted to test out because I so intrigued you.
You used words like
"new"
"fresh"
"exciting"
to describe.
You didn't want to actually pour your time into me; pour yourself into me.
Or you would have used words like
"soothing"
"divine"
"fulfilling".
You could have made another home for yourself within me.
But instead you made me your summer getaway trip.