My heart aches
And not in the romantic
they just aren’t that into you
kind of way
But a dull empty ache
that comes with uncertainty
and defeat.
I was searching for a calm
I didn’t think existed
But my heart will always
beat
a little faster
and my hands will always
shake
uncontrollably
A blank canvas is unimaginable
when my hands are covered in paint
red as my dreams in the dead of night
unable to steady a brush