Hidden Paints by Karen Manabat

“White,” you said. “Let’s paint it white.”
Is it white then?, I wonder
The color to describe that night;
Calm seventeenth of October.

‘I remember,’ you might say
And I’ll tell you, ‘No, you do not’
Not like I do, never this way:
Beautiful, until everything but.

You picked the brush and added blue
“Because you love the sky,” you said
The problem was, I loved you too
“And other things,” I would have said

Two years passed, we met again
But we added no colors
That’s when you turned into this man,
Who drew with me but thought of her

Then you whispered, “I met someone”
“Red,” I said. “Paint it all red”
Until the whites and blues were gone,
And the hues of you and me, dead

I’m thinking, ‘Will you say sorry?’
For a love that never was,
And what became of you and me;
Two hidden paints in red canvas


Karen Manabat
Karen Manabat is a registered nurse from the Philippines. She loves pizza, sunsets, and late night poetry. Whenever she's not working, you can find her cuddling with her dog or singing bad karaoke. Other habits include: giving away free hugs, bookstagramming, and constantly messing up choreography. See her struggle with photography, bad captions, tbrs, and more at @bookishkaren on Instagram.



Leave a Reply

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.