Dear Second Love

I've never met a man with a name like yours

Like the color you get when you mix two already unique colors

Found you on my palette 

and didn't care to use

I thought to myself

He seems nice but not interested

My brush was preoccupied mixing other paint

At times I'd glance over the bright hue of your smile

Even then I'd want to be alone

As I tried and tried not to dip my brush in your paint

Eventually you made your way onto the canvas

When I noticed you there were no other color touched 

You touched my soul at a wavelength I wasn't used to

I know I shouldn't but painting with this color created emotion I had 

forbid myself to have

Drying among the rest of my piece you inticed me to indulge 

Just had to use you again

Caught myself painting you all over the walls and the ceiling

Sewed you into the tapestry

Wore you whenever I felt sad

I found myself dumbfounded at how well our pages turn

At how fine our story now prints

You continue to read me at my darkest chapters

And still you decide to read on

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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