Weak – by Yuutsu (optional musical accompaniment)
I cannot say that I am not jealous
You spoke softly in my ear
The same words that you whispered
Onto the palette you held
Beautiful and succinct
Creating color
Clear but divided
In multiplicity
But qualities of your features
Unknown to many slipped through in your words
You colored the sky in strokes of purple and pink, skewering it with wavy fuchsia
Dashing green aura and fire yellow, only to end in blue
Sitting on the edge of a crescent moon where no one could sit beside you
Humming peacefully, yet playfully as you dabbed darker shades
I continued to watch you through the frame of this picture
However did you get inside?
You painted the universe behind a night sky
And looked to me and smiled
Cocked head and devious grin
All the stars still left in your eyes
Shining so brightly, magnificently blinding
I could not look away
You took your brush one last time with a final dab of blue
You gently brushed the tip of my nose to let me know it was the smell of ink
You no longer held a brush but just a pen
Holding a finger to your lips
You wrote three words that read,
“Don’t be jealous”
But they said, “I love you”
And in that moment I knew
That no eyes would ever see the universe of you
Covered behind the night sky of navy blue
Only I, would get to love you too
The night sky for all to see but an entire universe just for
me.
Categories: poetry
The Sad Owl
I'm just here. Until I'm not.
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