Colorless
He's gone!
His paintbrush
no longer skims my canvas
perhaps he became bored of staining skin
and chose to sculpt himself
a heart instead
one that limns
lifeless things
He always said,
we're better off disjoined,
both being artistic lovers
who tire
over the slightest
familiarity of tongue
this time,
it just happens to be mine
still roused
bleeding
over the sharp edge
of his brush
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