I’m colors swirled together to create the most hideous shades of brown.

My emotions lay scattered in an incomprehensible mess.

Dripping uncertainty and lacking stability, I find myself constantly tripping over my own downfalls.

My heart has been carelessly put back together with cheap dollar store glue and bandaids.

Sharp, jagged edges stick out every which way and slice anyone willing to get close.

You, my dear, are nothing in comparison.

You’re a masterpiece of clear, bold lines and the most vivid colors to match your eyes.

A timid glance steals my breath and any sane person can see the art you create within yourself.

Strength and courage emanate from you like heat from the sun,

and I wish to spend my days basking in those rays.

Every positive connotation I can think of ends up becoming your name falling from my lips,

leaving a sugary residue on my tongue sweeter than even the most artificial candies.

An addiction, that’s what you are, more so than the strongest drugs or alcohol.

You have temptation oozing from your pores,

and I can’t help but want you in the most demanding ways.

Do not take yourself for granted, though, my love

and put yourself on the line

for someone as lost and hopeless as I.

For the love of God, please,

don’t break your own heart trying to fix mine.