Meathead Monologue

to not regret

i am handed the paint tubes
of red, yellow, and blue.
and off to the side,
i receive a dash of white.
"i can't paint with four colors,
that's barely enough!"
and you scream and you yell
and tell me
"combine, and you mix!
and you'll have your first love."
and i combined,
i mixed.
and out blended my first love
in the form of a multi-colored canvas
of awkward hand holding
and slight eye glances
and little shoulder touches
and tight hugs
and smiles
and smiles
and smiles.
a canvas in which
i proceed to punch holes through

r.k.