alexithymia

you toy with your paintbrush of words

filling your canvas with the image that you perceive

painting me

with stormy, overcast clouds surrounding

painting me

with eyes hard and cold

painting me

my lips in a cruel form

you’ll never know

the true painting in my eyes

the clear, warm skies, a blush pink

my eyes gentle and admiring

my lips in the smile that only you can tease out of me

i wish you could see all that

and realise how much i love you