Overexposed

Overexposed
as your eyes pierced right through me
and read into each of my corners
me, who wasn't ready for you

The white that you created
a blank slate
so that your touch scarred me
with hallucinate colors

Now that you’re gone
the violent brush strikes no more
I am left to wipe them off
your colors, splotches- sketches of a second

That beautiful mess
and pleasant confusion
everything is to be erased
but memory.