I had always been just a blank canvas
until our hands touched.
You and your fingers painted me,
with the most outofthisworldly vibrant colours,
and finally I was alive,
and happier than I'd ever be.
But like most things that shine too bright,
our love started to die.
I cried a lot,
and the colors smudged.
And I know my eyes will never be as starry,
my skin never as smooth,
my body ruined with colors twisting the way they never should.
But I'd do it all over again, just to feel your love.
June 14, 2015.