Painted

He painted his
Colors on me—
Handsome with
Delight
Feelings of mistaken
Identities and
Misconceived notions of
Failed relationships.

I am blue.
I m a green.
I am violet.
Watch me become
Pink
As he brushes each
Piece of the canvas,
Leaving no space
Bare.

Evolution begins with
The blink of his eyes.
My gifted frame
Blurry before his sight,
Shifts into two people...
I love me and I hate me
However, he is the artist.
He is making me
What he wants me
To be.

Painted

I just have to
Sit here
And change at will.
I can do that.