Poems and Such

Poem One

Sometimes you might love a person and that person loves you. But just because there is love, doesn't mean you two are meant to be.
Man I wish someone had told me that before I met you.

I don't know what it was.
Maybe the way you said my name.
Or how your big brown eyes filled the sight of mine so blue.
Your way with words.
Your passion to fight for me.
I don't know what it was.

But I do know I loved it.
I loved how the smallest thing could change my mood.
And how we danced in my kitchen like we were children.
How the only way you would look at me was with love.
You saw me as art.
I saw myself as a blank canvas. Untouched by human skin.
You touched me.
You painted my world and you pinned me against the wall.
Until all the colors began to run together and you gave up trying to fix the mess.
My world of color and beauty was destroyed by your lack or willingness.
I am grey.
I am faded.
I am destroyed.
And just like that, you were gone.