it starts with a mark

the dreaded first stroke

who knows how it’ll end

who knows if you will choke

switch up your colors

to make something new

keep things exciting

express your blues

this artwork in progress

is a journey not a race

it takes all your time

and leaves you with no space

so as your brushstrokes layer

and build on eachother

remember it’s like

the love you felt for one another

starts out timid

not sure where to go

then suddenly it turns

into a raging scene of gold

how did we get here

my lover, my friend

how did we change things

from where we began

our palate was soft

it was gentle and kind

now it’s turned into

colors that blind

they blind me like how i was to our trust

they bind me like how i was to our love

they dance like how i thought we could be

but they paint a different picture of us

one that isn’t as healthy as we once believed

one that is more confining then it may have seemed

so as the colors paint the end of our love

i want you to know our love was never enough

it can’t hide the colors that try to peek through

and those colors show the truth about me and you