To Be Your Painting.

I clear my mind,
I see white...

Then I feel your hands touch me,
And in a moment
I'm a canvas.

What was peace a moment ago,
Turns into a longing;
A desperation for you to love me,
And never let go.

To trust me in the darkest of times,
And hold me when I'm cold.

I want you to paint me in the brightest of colours,
With the happiest of memories.
Even if they tarnish over time.

I'll have a reason to live for.
To be your painting.
Your untold poetry.
It's okay that you hide me from the world,
All I care about is that you see me.