Blank Canvas

A piece I wrote after a significant other walked away.

I was the canvas

and you were the painter

Your paintbrush was your voice

and your words were the paint

You painted a story I thought would never end

But one day your paint ran dry

The words stopped coming

You dropped your brush

and walked away

And I was left alone;

a blank canvas once more

Author's Note

Slightly sloppy, I like the concept more than the way I wrote it

Reviews

[Collyn]

I love the metaphor but theres a problem... The painter painted you and when he left you were blank again? Were you the same canvas? A blank canvas is a fresh start. Maybe you could add a little more info on how the canvas went blank:). Other than that, beautifully written! Great flow and beautifully simple.

[CS Anders]

When I read this I want a lot more in terms of detail. Why is the speaker such a blank canvas, waiting for someone else to paint him/her with words? Why did the paint run dry? I feel like you could flesh this out a bit.