black seeps in on
the vibrant orange i have painted
anticipated
open the door and let the air in
realize
the paint is still not drying
the black is still seeping
panic
grabbing the fortitude
the collected comforts
break down
the black creeps
resigned
begging for the paints of others
their colors defining mine
the black recedes
refilled
my colors overflow with theirs
you questioned why i needed them
you did just fine alone
shock
when the black marched
down the edges ; eroding the center
my need for you alight
"go find someone to fix it"
you spoke
as if
materialized
the black had always been
so wrapped up in yourself
you hardly noticed
it was you who let it in