my love for you is equal parts
messy
and lovely
like paint splattered
across a canvas
in pastel
colours

You are
What the world
Sees you as.

Your posture is poor
Neck stooped,
With shoulders hunched.

You are too morose
To see the world
Explode in color behind you

You could be a prince,
Donned in pastel garments,
Yet, you see yourself as a peasant.

Filthy,
Lowly,
And especially lonely.

My words are neither dark nor bright;
No lands of ice under the night,
Nor warm rose-gardens dawned with light,
Pastel hues and tones are their sight.

The words you speak with waves of sounds,
oh how i crave to be drowned
in you forever
with the pain never
to come back again.

When I met you, I was a draft.
An artwork to never be complete.
My eyes of charcoal
My veins of graphite
No color flowed through me for I was
Lifeless.

You opened up to me
You redesigned my thoughts.
Your paintbrush stroked a bright blush onto my cheeks
You turned me into
Bright pastels
With glorious indigos
Overwhelming scarlets
And mysterious lavenders.

You kissed me in a backdrop of
Forest greens.
You created scenery for
Every emotion,
Dressed me with rainbows,
And completed my blank spaces.
You turned me into a masterpiece.
But before you could sign your
Glorious painting
You realized
You could do better pieces
And pastel was over rated anyways.

Ocean wind pastel sky city swept away

Birds suspended floating puppets

Trees in twilight buildings

Dim lit busy urban jungle waters undulating

Waves wave when where whence I why

Eye see sea glimmering forevers

Drag on apartment glow worlds

Lofty hologram wish love here stay star

Beautiful things hollow center

I feel nothing

I can't cry

I can't laugh

I can't scream

because I feel nothing at all

not a single human emotion

courses through my veins

I feel like a machine

walking around

imitating a human being.

I have drawn
The lines of your silhouette
My ring finger
Dark from smudging
The shadows behind your head;
I color it now
Where is that brown
Accurate enough
To capture the secrecy in your eyes,
That kind of green
That matches the shirt you wore
The one I tore that night?
Painting the memory of you
However, the colors I use
Mask your true colors,
My muse.
Because you are black and white
Your rainbows are shades of minimal
There is no space for red
Or opening up for my sake
But I see;
That is a happy face
Listening to the blues
Below the surface.
You are black and white
Would you like some colors, I ask.
Hand over on the brush,
Just say the word,
Let me be pastel in your world.