Paint

His favorite colors changed from green to red to black. He took his hands and wrote poetry about dangerous things such as myself. I sometimes wonder; am I still being written inside that diary you hold so dear to you??? Why can you not see I love you? As time goes by, do you not realize how much I wish to be with you? You took up the paintbrush and easel and started painting. what do you paint with that easel full of paint and the brush. I wish to be the canvas you paint upon a future with. I wish you’d brush me with your soft pale lips against the red of mine and I know you wanna kiss me…. Baby I love you and I understand how much pain in your heart you seem to have.

Kiss me once more and make me fall in love again…… Will you not?

For I am a canvas waiting to be painted upon and I do….. I do love you.

Yes I am waiting. I will wait for you.