Never once did I glow but now I do.
This color that permeates through my existence; this brush stroke that stains my body.
With painted lines and blurred memories of us. In mere shades of glittering purples
And blues across a blank landscape. Iridescent light dances across your canvas,
But never once did I catch that brightness. I was left in the dark.
The shadows beneath the surface of your inescapable past that continued to creep,
Into the picture of my once impressionable perfect world. I never asked for your color,
Of spiraling grays on a dark day masked by bright spastic yellows, of seething hot reds
Leading me astray, of riveting indigo blue before it turns to black and the green color
Of your envy that always left me coming back. I didn’t ask for your color,
but my world was shaped anyway. And like a beautiful piece of artwork.
I lie exposed for all to see, the slight imperfections in me.