Muse of before

I drew you today
But when i touched the paint
It began to fade
That minute I held in pains
That image had no stains
You were the perfect shade
I, a toxin stain
I had dripped myself in promises of before
No longer understanding the essence of love
I pushed you off the wall
All the spark fell off
Everyday, I push to getting back to before
The thread entangled to my legs

I could have given meaning to your life
I could have been the best you gave your heart
But, I was busy running around, watching my back, underestimating what was capable of healing my world.

I was too occupied looking for the times we went wrong for too much love to me had a fault.
Was running in the circles of my before crimes.

The pains of my former life blocked my eyes
I had my best in for seasonal times...... The love was made to be prefect but I was the flaw.

My error; was in looking out too much.
Excessive love felt like it would fade off.

They say i write a lot but you alone know my life has paragraph of more.

You could decode all that i tried to tell in words.

For this. My life was a tale with you.
Renewed like that of a child born.
You; my muse