Blank Canvas

I’m trying to figure out where exactly I belong

In this puzzle of confusion

With pieces that don’t fit

And empty holes only caressed by the breeze

I’m silent and hopeful

Loud and regretful

Because I feel like I should be saying so much more

And you’re ultimately missing out on my reality

Which includes only you and I and a journey known to no one

But this us

So lets pretend that the situation wasn’t so complicated

And the darkness was just a shadow over the sun for a moment

I crave you with every fiber of my all

But my outreached hand is only appeased with words of maybes and far off possibilities

Allow me to understand what mystifies and clouds my perception

For my reception seems to have lost any signal of detection

Heartbeats and messy sheets drenched with the moisture of beautifully painful rain

Must I be the victim of this fortress hidden covered and under what I pretend to not be there

Can’t help but notice the shards of disappointment and dissatisfaction that are written on your body

Let me erase and rewrite but everyone knows erasers never get the job completely done

So imma tag me over every inch

With every stroke and color reviving and revitalizing a canvas never meant for just pencil

Deserving of only the most beautiful colors with the most gentle brush

Intricately designing and remodeling that which should have never been touched by the last amateur artist

My Monet style blends and Picasso type sweeping tickles and teases the spots that had been long forgotten by the latter

Clearly my intentions are true and my heart genuine

Understand that I would have never opened my spirit if I was not willing to share it completely

Once again I must then state

I am here…now what are you going to do??