colouring book
The colours were all grey
Like a brand new colouring book
Full of interesting things.
But plain
Lifeless
And boring
You stepped into my life
And put crayon to paper
You helped colour in the lines
Trying to attain perfection
As we got farther into the book
The crayon turned into a colouring pencil
And we didn’t care if we went out of the lines
Because that’s what life was about
Colouring outside the lines.
We shaded and drew patterns
And soon the colouring pencils turned into markers
And that’s when it looked tattered
When we coloured outside the lines
And we had to colour in the same direction
Or it looked terrible
So we got rid of the markers
And found a packet of sharpies
We coloured what we wanted to
We ignored the lines
But eventually your colouring made mine look bad
And the colours you used didn’t match mine
You told me it was my fault
You said I changed
I wrote “get lost” on the next page in a red sharpie
So you ripped out the last page in my colouring book
And left
I couldn’t finish
Not without you.
Not without the last page
But I just got tired of waiting for you to return
So I found a plain white piece of paper
And I got my pencil
And I drew my own lines
I then outlined them in black pen
And coloured some in with crayon
And I shaded some in with colouring pencils
I then messed it all up with markers
But I made it look better with sharpies
When I was finished
I looked at the page
I thought I was just doodling
I thought I was just mucking around
But when I read what I drew
I realized that I need that last page
And I need you to help me colour it in
I miss you