Sparks in the Dark

"He knows he deserved better.."

Poems after poems, drawings, paintings, countless canvases that I used to try to capture our image's.
Whenever I looked over my art at the end I always felt it couldn't capture you the right way.
For so long I thought it was because you simply were so amazing I couldn't capture your raw beauty into a form of art.
It seemed you could always capture my image perfectly though.
Looking back I now realize that you were never the planet I was looking for.
You were a trip off a drug that kept me coming back for more so I could see all the beautiful colors, that I inevitably would try to capture before it was ripped away.
I knew what we were wasn't good, and I always tried to find ways to make it "better." To try and find redemption for you, just so I can capture that perfect image of you.

But, no matter the pictures I took, the poems or stories I wrote, no matter the drawing, or painting, or cutting; gluing; masking; taping; LOVING; SINGING; TRACING; CREATING;

It was never enough.

In the end, all that was left..
Was an image. There was no trace of you, it was just a picture that resembled you. And looking at the pictures now I wish I could throw all of my hard work away.
Its not that I couldn't capture your beauty. Its that I was painting the wrong picture.