art therapy
See my brush skip across this canvas
To obliterate the memory of you
Removing form, blurring lines
Out of focus, Out of time
An ironic echo of what we once shared.
The steady strokes of paint to clear away
The stubborn silence gray
Surrounding the reds of brutal fights
A white wash of surrender
Tinged blue from lonely nights
With opacity I can cover up
But that doesn't make you right
I'm painting out the memories
That used to make my life complete
With a perplexed sigh
And brush in hand
Using color and line to erase
The friend I thought I'd always have
And the hole in my heart
You left in your place
Misaligned Perspective reveals
Disorienting mis-communications
With your true colors now exposed
I finally see I made myself blind
That dazzling kaleidoscope of your attention
Is shattered from falling
From the pedestal I placed you on
And you, the actor not the artist,
Will pretend this never happened
But this hole in my heart
Is my constant reminder
That you only played your part
The crystalline clarity of hindsight
Gives me hope for my future
I will not close my eyes to
The glaring orange of indifference again
My painting will be repaired
For now, it is the patch for
The hole in my heart
Where you use to be
I'm painting out the memories
That used to make my life complete
With a perplexed sigh
And brush in hand
Using color and line to erase
The friend I thought I'd always have
And the hole in my heart
You left in your place