The Aftertaste

Fifty One

Your hands
Create such beauty
But bring destruction
I have failed to understand
How the same hands
The ones that play
The most calming melodies
And paint
The most astonishing colors
Can do all that harm

I hate how you use red the most
I hate how your music is broken
Like your voice when you tell me
You're okay
I know you're not
And I just want
To take your skillful hands
In my own
Hold them
And never let go
And let you know
That you don't have
To do this alone

When you play
I will sing
When your paint
I'll be your canvas
You can fill me up
With your darkest colors
And your lightest ones
With every shade of everything
And still
I'd hold you hands
When they're shaking
And when they're steady
When you fall
And when you rise
Through it all
I'll try to alway be there

-to a friend I have failed multiple times: I love you and I'm sorry