i was so willing
blindly so
i gave you the brushes
provided the paint
my canvas was blank
and i wanted to change that
but i never thought
you'd paint like this
a stroke of your brush
amplified my sorrows
a mixing of colours
stirred my insecurities
filling blank spaces
solidified my fears
i provided the paint
warm colours and cool
i gave you the brushes
and with them my heart
