Brushstrokes on blank canvas

I feel strange lifeless and dull, like the power went out, or maybe it's the stars that did. You're gone and I'm here, all alone and it's dark. I don't know where, but you're far away, too far to see and I never learned from those mistakes I made. Yes, you were right I should have known exactly what to say. I didn't though, the words seemed too hard to find and so I didn't say them when they were all I really needed to make you want to stay.

I didn't know how to give, not nearly enough, or maybe I couldn't back then as I was too busy taking. You were the one, the only one giving and I was there just to take it, to take your heart, then just break it. I can see, so clearly now, it's like I found the stars and found out that I'll never be able to make it without you right here beside me. I want a second chance to make it up to you, to find you again, now I've found me. To make it about you...And me, somehow.

Brushstroke by brushstroke we painted our lives but the masterpiece was always you and I know that now. Vibrant colour laid down on the blank canvas of life you marked me indelibly but I pushed you away, in foolish pride. I know I can change, find the words within to bring you home to paint with me again someday. We can paint the picture we want to see, I can be the one you need and the me I want to be.