When the words I speak fall like rain upon deaf ears, When my love stretches out but is met with silence and fear, I’ll let the ache bloom into colors and lines, crafting solace in creation, and beauty through the times. For if you won’t accept the love I have to give you, all my feelings I will shed in beautiful ways that they bring me to. And if it decides to stay, I’ll art the pain away and turn everything from you left in me into poetry.